The drunk mortician lurches

Past the broken windowed churches

He starts to laugh and cry

At the same time

What really makes him drink

Is the time he has to think

And he knows that there is

Nowhere he can hide

He's got people making speeches

Hang around like leeches

To drink that heady drug

Of untold power

Their arguments are quoted

And the winner then is voted but

The loser always has

the finest hour...

So what are we going to do now

On heaven and earth

What are we going to do now

Tell me what is worth to you ...

Doctors try to save them

Priests don't know how to tell them

There's nothing you can do but repent

You might think that he's a hero

But like Nixon Mao or Nero

All you know is that they came... then they went

So what are we going to do now

On heaven and earth

What are we going to do now

Tell me what is worth

So what are we going to do now

On heaven and earth

What are we going to do now

Tell me what is worth to you

(Father and son) ad libs to fade