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?