He held my hand when I died He told me all I could ask
The politician bleats so blind with his hard hat on rotating in a circle Give me some rosacea Nicotine to stain you Boys on the altar waiting to be crushed
But as he takes the stage I'm gone Oh, what the hell is all this?
Is it in the way he calls your name? Is it in the way he prays for rain? The wheel is turning now It's really turning now
He laid his hands upon me He took a hold of my life
The terror and the old blood screeched when you mixed those colours Something's going to happen I don't want to see them I don't want to know them We'll spasm on the floor and wait for it to end
But as he throws the crutches down Ha! Eleven thousand knees bend Let them know you're coming!
Is it in the way he calls your name? Is it in the way he makes you rain? The wheel is turning now It's really turning now
Do you want to know how far you've come? Do you want to know how far you've come?
Do you have any idea? Do you have any idea?
Do you want to know how far you've come? Do you want to know how far you've come?