“He held my hand when I diedâ€
“He told me all I could askâ€
“The politician bleats so blind with his hard hat on rotating in a circle, gimme some rosacea, nicotine to stain yaâ€
Boys on the alter waiting to be crushed
(You wanna know)
...but as he takes the stage I'm gone
What the hell is all this?
Oh is it the way he calls your name?
Or is it the way he prays for rain?
The wheel is turning now
It's really turning now
Bone, to the blade,
My letter!
White feather!
No halves!
Dread
What the devil said?
My prison, my prison, my guard!
“He laid his hands upon meâ€
“He took ahold of my lifeâ€
The terror and the old blood screech;
“When you mix those colours, something's gonna happen, I don't wanna see them, I don't wanna know themâ€
I spasm on the floor and wait for it to end
(You wanna know)
...but as he throws the crutches down
Eleven thousand knees bent,
Let them know, you're coming!
Oh is it the way he calls your name?
Or is it the way he prays for rain?
The wheel is turning now
It's really turning now
Do you wanna know how far you've come?
Do you have any idea?