Four o'clock in the morning
Still we cannot sleep
Turning over, turning round
Twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what have we done?
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what is this evil that we've done?

There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what is this evil that we've done?

Is it that we wanted more than you gave?
Why did you put us then in this small-town grave?
Humility – is that what you want?
Why did you make us then the way you did?
Yes, we have pride
Yes, we have pride
Is this our sin?
Is this our sin?

Four o'clock in the morning
Still we cannot sleep
Turning over, turning round
Twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what have we done?
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what is this evil that we've done?
Is it the times that we've been out fighting?
Well, I'll tell you all those times
We never really hurt anybody

Or is it that we were eating
While other people were starving?
Is this our crime?
Is this our crime?

Four o'clock in the morning
Still we cannot sleep
Turning over, turning round
Twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what have we done?
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear Lord, what is this evil that we've
Done?
Done?
Oh, done?

Is it the times we laughed about it all
Through all those whisky nights so far away?
Yes, we've betrayed you
Yes, we are betraying you
Is this our crime?
Is this our crime?
Four o'clock in the morning
Still we cannot sleep
Turning over, turning round
Twisting in our sweat
They say there is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what have we done?
There is no rest for the wicked ones
Dear God, what is this evil that we must have done?