Where the rich become the beggars

And the wise become the fools

Some jaded heart may turn the page

And start to break the rules



Way beyond the distance

The knaggy oaks of truth

Wake thoughts of resistance

And send you on the loose



In the deep of the night

With your face on the ground

You'll learn to spit at the devil

Not to get pushed around



In the deep of the night

When you gaze at the stars

When the fogs cry "freedom"

You'd better count your scars  



Maybe I'm sinner

And maybe I ain't no saint

But I know the ancient dreams

Of the bounded and the chained



Slavery or justice

Holy preacher's fail

But preservatived lust

Is getting outa jail now



In the deep of the night

With your face on the ground

You'll learn to spit at the devil

Not to get pushed around