And do those feet in modern times

Walk upon the flowers

And walk upon their brothers

While their heads are busy lying low

Trying to keep to cover...oh



Something went wrong

Along the way

Everybody's waiting for

Judgment day



So they can go

Told you so



Bring me my gun of itching desire

Bring me my bullets and I will fire

Sights set higher than the tall church spire



Standing in line

The blind lead the blind

Waiting and waiting

For an overdue sign

Brothers and sisters

Playing Chinese whispers

If things aren't suited

Then they'll get diluted



There's one more dead with a hole in his head

He shouldn't have said all the things he said

Many tears were shed for the blood he bled