The Wheel (Is Turning Now)

He held my hand when I died

He told me all I could ask

The politician bleats so blind
with his hard hat on rotating in a circle,
Gimme some rosacea, nicotine to stain ya
Boys on the altar waiting to be crushed

(You wanna know)
...but as he takes the stage I'm gone
What the hell is all this?

Oh is it in the way he calls your name?
Or is it in the way he prays for rain?
The wheel is turning now
It's really turning now

Bone, to the blade,
My letter!
White feather!
No halves!

Dread
What the devil said?
My prison
My prison
My guard!

He laid his hands upon me
He took ahold of my life

The terror and the old blood screech;
When you mix those colours,
something's gonna happen,
I don't wanna see them,
I don't wanna know them
I spasm on the floor and wait for it to end

(You wanna know)
...but as he throws the crutches down

Eleven thousand knees bent,
Let them know, you're coming!

Oh is it in the way he calls your name?
Or is it in the way he prays for rain?
The wheel is turning now
It's really turning now

Do you wanna know
how far you've come?

Do you wanna know
how far you've come?

Do you have any idea?
Do you have any ideas?

Do you wanna know
how far you've come?

Do you wanna know
how far you've come?

Do you have any idea?
Do you have any ideas?