Nature has its own religion Gospel from the land Father ruled by long division Young men they pretend Old men comprehend And the sky breaks at dawn
They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell. I got 25 minutes to go. And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell. I got 24 minutes to go. Well, they give me
power to survive After all these years, I'm still alive I'm out here kickin' with the band And suddenly I'm a solitary man Everyday my time runs out Live
how good is he? how warm are his eyes you'll see it's not a reprise there he arrived too late and too tethered away to put on his suit and his tie how
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide