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Here come the priests, each one wailing and bemoaning Lordy, they got their heads bowed down Here come the madmen, they're too excited for atoning: "Burn the mosque," they're shouting, "Burn it down!" Save me a place, surrounded with friendly faces All of us have gathered here to share the end To watch the world go up in flames Please, Lord we're not ready Give us a day Give us an hour Here come the kings, let's dispense with their apologizing Just bring on the acrobats and clowns Here comes the rumble, hang on for universal dying Please ignore the baying of the hounds Save me a place, surrounded with friendly faces All of us have gathered here to share the end To watch the world go up in flames Please, Lord we're not ready Give us some time to work things out Please, Lord we're not ready Give us a day Give us an hour Please, Lord we're not ready Give us some time to work things out Please, Lord we're not ready Give us a day Give us an hour |