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)