"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, gimme some rosacea, nicotine to stain ya" Boys on the altar 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 in the way he calls your name? Or is it in 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 me" "He took ahold of my life" 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 them" 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 in the way he calls your name? Or is it in 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? Do you have any ideas?