You were so poised

like some matador raising his steel

it's the same old useless ceremony

and a last bow before the kill

Every junkie in this laundromat

is equal in the eyes of your lord

but you just put your hand to your hip

you're gonna give them a taste

a taste of your sword

I get so restless

I get so restless

I get so restless

restless sir

In what you hoped looked so dignified

you played your exit for a laugh

and like they've done so many times before

they made excuses on your behalf

and every street Jesus and suicide,

is just another voice that goes unheard

every candle in the cathedral

a prayer for a better world

I get so restless

I get so restless

I get so restless

restless sir

You were so poised

like some matador raising his steel

it's the same old useless ceremony

and a last bow before the kill

and in the not too distant future

you'll have the preacher and soldier

floating round in space

the soldier's finger on the trigger

the preacher's joined in a state of grace

I get so restless

I get so restless

I get so restless