Tuesday, September 25, 2012
All those living in sin and integrity
All those struggling in shame
All those people shouting outside the embassy
All the others calling my name.
I'm your hero in the piles of rubbish
I can be the god of cheese
I am the bullet stuck in the chamber
And I will bring you to your knees.
All those thinking of a better tomorrow
All those busy building up that dream
All those digging graves for their principles
All of those who don't know what I mean.
I am the prophet at loss for an answer
I'm the scum on the MPs sleaze
I'm the curse on the lips of the white witch
And I will see you on your knees.
All those who've kissed the popes and princes
All those with feet held to the fire
All those with pensions, points and penalties
All those chasing small objects of desire.
I'll be your banker, checker and teacher.
I see the flame held to the breeze
I see the swimmer walk on water.
And this will bring you on your knees.
You tend your garden, do what you please,
You don't see it comin', and it will bring you to your knees.