They set a ladder against the clouds
To climb up to the deity
I like to be there when they hit the ground
And on the walls paint 'gravity' 

You've got to have faith, have faith
But faith won't sit with reason
Careful what you do, 
what you do because it's open season
And nobody's teasing Â…

There is a book I'd like to read
It got burned for 'profanity'
There is a thought I'd like to have
But they've arrested 'sanity'

You've got to have faith, have faith
But faith won't sit with reason
Be Careful what you write,
what you write
because it might be treason
Spiritual treason

But what spirit can contemplate
The murder of a writer as a truly just fate?
While the children of the prophet are bussed to school
In streets painted white
Power! White Power!
White Rule!

They set a ladder against the clouds
They need to reach much higher
But still no mortal hand should play
With messianic fire

You've got to have faith, have faith
But faith won't sit with reason
Be care what you do,
what you do
because it's open season might be treason,
And nobody's teasing Â…

And faith won't sit with reason