When the trumpet sounds,
we'll all be in a line
Singers and singers, the whole of mankind
It's gonna be a reckoning,
what will you wear
When the sun comes up on
the very last day
We'll all be cradling our next to see
Adam and
Eve from the
Book of
Genesis
Heroes, villains, noble and humble
As the earth underneath
our feet will crumble
When the saints, when the saints
When the saints rise out of their graves
When the saints, when the saints
When the saints rise out
of their graves
Laughter for some,
tears for the brothers
Suffering for some, sisters and brothers
When the sands, when the sands,
when the sands rise out of the grave
Solid faces of the poor and needy
Sweaty blood will feed the rich and greedy
You can lie, you can cheat,
you can swindle your way
But there's nowhere to hide
on the very last day
When the saints, when the saints,
when the saints rise out of their graves
When the saints, when the saints,
when the saints rise out of their graves
It really doesn't matter
what a man chooses
Jesus,
Buddha,
Mohammed or
Moses
It really doesn't matter about
the color of his skin
It's all about your heart and
what you do with it
When the sands, when the sands,
when the sands rise out of the graves
When the sands, when the sands,
when the sands rise out of the graves
Laughed at the sun, tears for a rose,
separate the sun, sisters and brothers
When the sands, when the sands,
when the sands rise out of the grain
When the saints, when the saints,
when the saints rise out of the graves
When the scent, when the scent,