Lyrics: Their talk is cheap
Their talk is for nothing
If I may say so they're nails in our coffins
We're standing close
Too close to the shoreline
We should be careful
What we sign

No home for free
No rest for the people
Their god is watching us down from the steeple
Sixty prophets
Are stoning one man
What the hell is going on
What's their plan

The show is over
Over and out
The lights are dimmed
We're lost in the crowd
The show is over
Over and out again

They mowed the roses
They lopped the trees
They are mustering sinners
Out in the streets
The show is over
Over and out
Again

Run for king
And run for madness
Reasons enough
To drown in sadness
A sordid preacher is adumbrating sunrise
They curtail our freedom
Slice by slice