The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams? Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying Crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying Crying

We set the table and the silverware And all you've got is a hundred-yard stare So look back to me and finish your food With an appetite and some gratitude We set the table and the silverware And gave you those clothes that you don't wanna wear But as long as you plan to stay alive You gotta honor your parents, that's number five Give me all your children And I'll show them how to congregate All we need are mouths to feed So pass around a dinner plate Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate? So now that you're taller, and now that you're grown You can build a table all on your own And with whomever you decide to be Make sure she makes you up a family We set you up a resting place And your giant block of marble awaits And we broke you open an ATM But don't get greedy, that's number ten Give me all your children And I'll show them how to congregate All we need are mouths to feed So pass around a dinner plate Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate? So now that you're taller, now that you're grown You can build a table all on your own And with whomever you decide to be Make sure she makes you up a family We set you up a resting place And your giant block of marble awaits And we broke you open an ATM But don't get greedy, that's number ten Give me all your children And I'll show them how to congregate All we need are mouths to feed So pass around a dinner plate Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate? Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates Give me all your money And I'll open up the pearly gates What's food for thought When all you've got is somethin' to regurgitate?

By this time You're waiting for someone to change your mind It's passed on by Oh in your castle you were confined And yes you wanted to Breakdown the walls and say goodbye Goodbye, goodbye Shout it out loud it's your battle cry Shout it out loud it's your battle cry Take back tomorrow Get your head off your pillow When you beg, steal or borrow And we'll take back tomorrow But it doesn't get, doesn't get, easier, easier Oh it doesn't get, doesn't get, easier Left you on The corner of darkness and deep blue sky It's world war i Everyone for themselves til' your battery dies And no one's going to Pull out the plug and say goodbye Goodbye, goodbye Shout it out loud it's your battle cry We'll take back tomorrow Get your head off your pillow And that's something we all know If you take back tomorrow But it doesn't get, doesn't get, easier, easier Oh it doesn't get, doesn't get, easier, easier Take back tomorrow Get your head off your pillow When you beg, steal or borrow And we'll take back tomorrow But it doesn't get, doesn't get, easier, easier Oh it doesn't get, doesn't get, easier

Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head Politician's argue, sharpening their knives Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on its way Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay Jesus son of Mary is born again today Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west

I howl out at the moon I cry into the dark Like a crazed sick fool To his cruel heart Still I don't really mind This evil man's all mine At the end of the line I drove all the way south Where the sun never sleeps Still the kiss from my lips Can't kill the pain that he keeps Still I don't really mind What I've lost I'll find At the end of the line Sing your sad song While I hang on You know I love to hear you cry Cause it feels good And it so right And it holds me through the night You know I love your lies And your Spanish lullabies My heart was as wild As wild as a child But now that I'm grown It's harder than stone Still I don't really mind I pray heaven is blind At the end of the line I got secrets to tell I got stories from hell I hide under the sheets But my hell never sleeps Still I don't really mind I pray heaven is blind At the end of the line Sing your sad song While I hang on You know I love to hear you cry Cause it feels good And it so right And it holds me through the night You know I love your lies And your Spanish lullabies Sing your sad song While I hang on You know I love to hear you cry Cause it feels good And it feels right And it holds me through the night Sing your sad song While I hang on You know I love to hear you cry Cause it feels good And it so right And it holds me through the night You know I love your lies And your Spanish lullabies Lullabies