And do those feet in modern times

Walk upon the flowers and walk upon their brothers

While their heads are busy lying low

Try to keep to cover roll

Something we've blown along the way

Everybody's waiting for judgment day

So they can go told you so

They can go told you so



Bring me my gun of itching desire

Bring me my bullets and I will fire

Sight set hire than a torture spire

Something we've blown along the way

Everybody's waiting for judgment day

(Repeat chorus)



Standing in line

The blind lead the blind

Waiting and Waiting for an overdue sign

Brothers and sisters

Play Chinese whispers

If things are suited they won't get diluted



There's one more dead

With a hole in his head

He shouldn't have said

All the things he said

Many tears were shed

For the blood he bled

Something we've blown along the way

Everybody's waiting for judgment day

(Chorus