Heat haze rising On hell's own hill You wake up this morning It took an act of will You walk through the night To get here today To bring your children To give them away Oh... oh this cruel sun Is daylight never done Cruelty just begun To make a shadow of everyone And if the rain came And if the rain came Souls bent over without a breeze Blankets on burning trees I am sick without disease Nobility on it's knees And if the rain came And if the rain came... now Would it wash us all away On a wave of sorrow Wave On a wave of sorrow Where now the holy cities? Where the ancient holy scrolls? Where now Emperor Menelek? And the Queen of Sheba's gold You're my bride, you wear her crown And on your finger precious stones As every good thing now been sold Son, of shepherd boy, now king What wisdom can you bring? What lyric would you sing? Where is the music of the Seraphim? And if the rain came And if the rain came... now Would it wash us all away On a wave of sorrow Wave A wave of sorrow Wave. Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt For they shall inherit what's left of the earth Blessed are the kings who've left their thrones They are buried in this valley of dry bones Blessed all of you with an empty heart For you got nothing from which you cannot part Blessed is the ego It's all we got this hour Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight She used what she got To save her children's life Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream Blessed are the stupid who can dream Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums Blessed is the spirit that overcomes