Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thieves
   Hungry for the word, but god would never speak through such as these,
   Such as these
   Who offer healing hands and balms, and redemption, a few would cross
   Their palms
   They'll tell your troubles to the lord for how ever much you can afford
  
   Hands holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the saints
   Memories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in the grave,
   In the grave
   No mortal skin and bone can live on bread and circuses alone
   The spirit needs, must drive the mystery of why you're alive
  
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   They look and their book and they read
   But their cold hearts say, "follow me"
  
   Dance in the dust in the frenzy of the desperately in need
   Led by the voices of the men who invoke ritual to hide their greed,
   Hide their greed
   Come every tongue, every eye across the crumbling earth and cracking skies
   The gates of hell stand open wide, but the path of glory you walk single
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   These men make a cage for the very souls that came here to be free
  
   They turn off their lights for their tents they're fixing to leave
  
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   Follow me
  
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   They'll close their book and leave, but you'll remain still in pain