| Lyrics: | Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the
massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated.
She was walking
down the hallway while the walls deteriorated.
East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of
Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin' on a new age,
See the groom still
waitin' at the altar.
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,
Mistake
your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery,
Got the message this morning, the one
that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin' what one was never meant to be.
West
of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin'
on a new age,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.
Don't know what I can say about
Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me,
Finally had to give her up 'bout the time she
began to want me.
But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I'd
a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feel so obligated.
West of the Jordan,
west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the cage,
Curtain risin' on a new
stage,
See the groom still waitin' at the altar.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I
have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like
furniture.
There's a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it,
Tonight you
got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to
keep it.
West of the
Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin' on a new
age,
See the groom still waitin' |
