Crowds gather round,
Kneeling at the feet of common thieves,
Hungry for the
Word,
But
God would never speak
to such as these,
Such as these,
Who are for healing hands and bones,
And redemption if you
cross their palms
They'll tell your troubles to the
Lord
For however much you can afford
Hands holding hands in the circle of the
sinners and the saved
Memories that linger from the cradle
placing puzzles in the grave
In the grave
No mortal, skin and bone
Can live on bread and circuses alone
The spirit needs must thrive
The mystery of
While you're alive
They look in their book and they read
But their cold hearts say
Fol low me
Dance in the dust, in the frenzy
Of the desperately in need
Led by the voices of the men who invoke ritual to hide their greed,
hide their greed
Come every town, every isle,
across the crumbling earth and cracking skies
The gates of hell stand open wide,
but the path of glory you walk is single file.
They lurk in their boyhood, baby,
but their cold hearts say, follow me.
These men make a cage for the very
souls that came here to be freed
They turn out their lights, fold their tents,
they're fixin' to leave
They're lucky,
they're born and they're rich
But their cold heart is here,
found on me
They'll close all their book
s and they'll leave
The cold hard sheets
On my knees
They'll close their
book and leave
They'll close up their
groups and they'll leave
You and me
Still you and me