He pulls open his eyes as he rides into town.
Oh the blood on his hands is washed down by the rain.
Those bloodthirsty hangmen of Pilate are waiting no more,
Now that their crimson stories are told
To the drain,
To the drain.
By this time he knows that it's too late
And the other cheek is far too tired
And he knows that the end of it all
Its the only diamond that keeps him... Inspired
Oh yah
That keeps him inspired
Oh ho oh
He sleeps in a payphone and dreams of the sea
Yah when he wakes he's still aching and cold and alone
Yah he looks back to the childhood he had
Before all the children went mad
He loves that revolver like it was a
Precious stone.
And by this time he knows that it's too late,
And the other cheek is far too tired,
And he knows that the end of it all
Its the only diamond that keeps him...
Inspired.
A new lethal freedom keeps him warm
It is the light and the way
Cabaret actor now proselyte.
Keen scrutinizer and new parasite
And he...
Looks for the Nazarene in every dirty magazine.
Looks for the Nazarene in every dirty magazine.
Yah
No
Oh yah
Uhh
Oh he sees again just what the world is made of
Oh keeps firing repeating, "God is love."
Sees again just what the world is made of.
Oh keeps firing repeating,
"God is love,"
"God is love"
Now he sees again just what the world is made of.
Sees what the world is made of.
Oh keeps firing repeating,
"God is love,"
"God is love,"
"Oh God is love."
Repeating,
"God is love,"
"God is love."