Merchantmen selling doves,
feel my whip full of love
Cleanse the temple where we pray,
sing hosan na, bless this day
Petty cash, let it rust
Think on death, dust to dust
With the light I cast me out
Don't come back until you've found
Your own soul
And it will return
The angels,
they take no pride
Precious peril, hid below
Yet you did, reaping woe
Mean ambition, you're the slave
So suspicious to the grave
Fancy curve, there you drown
Your own hell, falling down
Go on, cry amazing grace
All our deeds,
they leave their trace
Something's real
And it will begin
Tribulation
Where the angels cry
Revel ation
And one more cry, under the sun
Blow it fish, feeling worse
Stuck ashore, their world burst
Rich man rots, now food for dogs
Poisoned land, we eat his lungs
You know there's no running
away from your brother
Don't you feel the same pain?