"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, you wanna know, you wanna know)
But as he takes the stage, I'm gone

(You wanna know, you wanna know, you wanna know)
Oh, what the hell is all this

Oh, is it in the way he calls your name (calls your name)

Or is it in the way he prays for rain (prays for rain)

The wheel is turning now (it's really turning now)
It's really turning now

Bone, to the blade
My letter, white feather
No halves
Dread, that's what the devil said
My prison, my prison, my guard

(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"

(Bone, to the blade
My letter, white feather
No halves)
(Dread what the devil said
My prison, my prison, my guard)
"He took a hold 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, you wanna know, 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 (calls your name)

Or is it in the way he makes you pray (makes you pray)

The wheel is turning now (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 Writer/s: Alexander Kaines Robertshaw, Jeremy Joseph Pritchard, Jonathan Joseph Higgs, Michael David Spearman
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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