I see Muhammad at the end of his life
The devil bird escaping his mouth
He had sung the sweetest songs to me
And I see Vietnam collecting our blood
And John's reflection in the black wall
He was sad but he was finally free
And I see four horsemen, four prophets, four arms
Of a cross we leaned upon you
You were spending all your Sundays counting
And I see twenty demons for every man
Who falls asleep next to his fortune
He is stone, you are stone, and I am stone
Then I'm wrestling with the blue-skinned boy
His ... veins are (full?) rivers of disbelief
And I'm talking to the ten foot man
With the axe in his hand,
For some reason he knows me
I see Babylon passed on the floor
Don't know whether I should wake him
His alarm is ringing out my eardrums
I see six directions all at one time
And seven sleepers now surround me
A hundred years of never knowing what it's like
My memory's in no good (?)
Its fertile crescent (?) is starting to stain my tongue
And now I'm looking for a sunburnt dog
With a straight-eyed shot yeah he owes me some favors
Well I see corporations buying our souls
Putting heaven out of business
Anything to kill the competition
And I see eleven heroes waving their guns
Fighting wars their fathers started
Just trying to make an honest living
And I've seen twenty years inside of this trench
Passing time and dodging bullets
Well it's fine if you can take the violence
But I'll see death before I see any rest
Maybe that's the way it should be
So I think it's best to just cover my eyes