Last lions roar before they're tamed. I stood out in the glorious reign. Knowing full well I can't go home again. Wise Up Ghost. . Wise Up. When are you going to rise up?.
I stood at the kerb trying not to disturb. The dark carnival crew and a glittering voice. Far off there said, "Rejoice". "As the casualties are but few".
Last lions roar before they're tamed. I stood out in the glorious reign. Knowing full well I can't go home again. Wise Up Ghost. . Wise Up. When are you going to rise up?.
Will you walk us uptown. And wherever you go. You know we will follow. Will you walk us uptown. And we'll stand in the light. Of your new killing ground.
I've got this phosphorescent portrait of gentle Jesus meek and mild. I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with carrying another man's child. The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived.
Now there's a crank in every crowd. Sprinkling gunpowder. Seems that everything is about to blow. They lit the burning paper. With a waxen taper. Sitting up here on Viceroy's Row.
Just because you don't speak the language. Doesn't mean that you can't understand. Just because you don't speak the language. Doesn't mean that you can't understand.
Lightning up!. And shake the ground. . Is that a horn that's blowing?. Or a bell that's tolling?. Walls are falling. Ships pulled out from their mooring.
They talked to the sister, the father and the mother. With a microphone in one hand and a chequebook in the other. And the camera noses in to the tears on her face.
Now that you set everybody free. What you going to do about me?. Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown. I'd rather go back in the sweet underground.
I stood at the kerb trying not to disturb. The dark carnival crew and a glittering voice. Far off there said, "Rejoice". "As the casualties are but few".