Call it superstition Followed and fell Under the falling Under the spell Singing Bury me Bury me Spoken in tongues Of many colours In the colours of
You reap what you sow Put your face to the ground Here come the marching men Your colours wrapped around You reap what you sow Put your face to the ground
Watch them do The falling over Watch them do The standing still CHORUS Nothing but the knife to live for One life all I need Give me one good reason
(Flesh) (Bone) (Splinters on the telephone) (Whispers) Bullet in the head Down Head Down Got power to burn Got means Got flowers to burn Between those
Everybody shouts on, "I love Lucy" Pee Wee reads the evening news A pre-owned song or a second-hand Uzi Everybody got a job to lose Here come the golden
Train... Train... Train... Train... Take a walk downtown to where the victims go Take a last decision and the cars to move it Past information Tunnel
I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear empire down, I hear empire down I hear the roar of a big machine
Some people get by with a little understanding Some people get by with a whole lot more I don't know, why you gotta be so undemanding One thing I know
Now the ground comes up too fast Too fast to meet you And the clouds of dust erupting Thick around your feet be careful And the rubble and shrouds and
I'm lying on my back now The stars look all too near Flowers on the razor wire I know you're here We are few and far between I was thinking about her
And yes I believe in what we had but words got in the way And only yesterday, as I was leaving, Lord knows I've tried to say But I've heard a million
All the things we never needed I don't need them now All the things we ever did were always confidential And hidden from me anyhow You can stand all
And now the torch and shadows lead Were it not so black and not so hard to see How can it help you when you don't know what you need? How can anybody
I had a face on the mirror I had a hand on the gun I had a place in the sun And a ticket to Syria I had everything within my reach I had monkey and stuff
All God's children give good phone I called Jesus, he's not home So I'm so pleased to talk to you Trees and walks, I love them too Threatened species
Merciful heaven, have mercy on me Seven times seven, I've always believed You've got the power and I have the need Merciful heaven, have mercy on me
God be merciful to me on Thy grace, I rest my plea Plenteous in compassion Thou Blot out my transgressions now Wash me, make me pure within Cleanse,
upon The yoke upon the neck The yoke upon the neck of the disciple That neither our fathers Nor we are able to bear Merciful God This is a prayer Merciful
