If we were to pass an Eleventh CommandmentIn twenty
years people would be shocked to learnThat there had
once been only tenAnd wouldn't care if there had beenIt
all comes down to a moment of truthClock ticking in
a soundproof boothFrom Corpus Christi to DuluthFrom
Genghis Kahn to Babe RuthIf I could only see through
glassI would know what has come to passI wouldn't hurry
but I'd get there fastWhat's last is first,
what's first is lastEvery time you feel the shiftYou
conjure fire in a hieroglyphWhen you're out for revenge
dig two gravesWhen you run from the truth it comes
in wavesWe're marching up to ZionThe beautiful city
of GodWe're marching up to ZionThe beautiful city of
GodWe're marching up to ZionThe beautiful city of God...