I'm standing in the window
I see your shadow crawl
I hear the sound of angels
And Lucifer, the fall
Feathers of the seraphim
Halos made of light
Dust and danger rattling
Fields of fallow blight

Quarrel with the quarrymen
Hold the sacred tune
Keep a gold harmonica
Silence will come soon
Purchase some security
From the renegades
The revolution will begin
Upon the barricades

Sweep the streets in irony
Knock on the mayor's door
Slaughter dreams of sailors
Upon the killing floor
Bottles lined on the window
I can hear you cry
The blood, it runs in circles
Humanity shall die