The Wheel (Is Turning Now)

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

But as he takes the stage I'm gone

Oh what the hell is all this?

Oh is it in the way he calls your name?

Or is it in the way he prays for rain?

The wheel is turning now

It's really turning now

He laid his hands upon me

He dug a hole in my life

The terror and the all-black screech

When you mix those colours something's gonna happen

I don't wanna see them, I don't wanna know them

I'll spasm on the floor and wait for it to end

But as he throws the crutches down

Eleven thousand knees bend left then know you're coming

Oh is it in the way he calls your name?

Or is it in the way he makes you pray?

The wheel is turning now

It's really turning now

Do you wanna know how far you've gone?

Do you wanna know how far you've gone?

Do you have any idea?

Do you have any idea?