she says "kneel to me...kneel to your common savior"

she's out of breath
and out of time
and all the things that make her mine
she grabs her mike
and takes the stage
and starts them on an endless wave

her words are silk
and hard as steel
and every line will make you ill
but all for good and good for all
a dream inside a gazing ball

she says...
"kneel to me, kneel to me...kneel to your common savior"
"kneel to me, kneel to me....kneel to your chosen savior"

she hides you in
her lazy eye
and trips you light, a firefly
and captures kids
inside her act
a stated truth, a stone cold fact

and this is what
will keep us warm
her rigid dance, her uniforms
a nun, a priest,
a single light
she shines into our bitter night

she says...
"kneel to me, kneel to me...kneel to your common savior"
"kneel to me, kneel to me....kneel to your chosen savior"

next to her
these green thing grow
with matted hands and wilted toes
not a woman
nor a child
these things can't laugh, but christ they smile

they shows their teeth
like hunters moons
they glares at you within cocoons
and now they turn
to bethlehem
the final fight, for gods and men

and she's the one
to make them sigh
make them press for alibis
they all will feel
her wrath as bloods
press on towards jerusalum

and lord she's sweet
but out of time
and all the things that made her mine
she grabs her mike
and takes the stage
and starts them on an endless wave


she says...
"kneel to me, kneel to me...kneel to your common savior"
"kneel to me, kneel to me....kneel to your chosen savior"