And the pharaoh raised his hand

Said dig a hole in the promised land

The pointing men are marching in a line

They're shooting poison arrows in the sky



These are the last days of paradise row



There's a man knocking on my door

He's playing games with word of the law

A hammer in his hand to break your soul

But the spirit is a house that will not fall





These are the last days of paradise row

Tell me Moses where will your children go





Now the scorpion will go

Where the forest will not grow

And the pharaoh lies behind a golden mask

His pointing men steal water from our well





I don't mind telling you

It makes my heart bleed

I don't mind telling you

It makes my heart bleed





These are the last days of paradise row

Tell me Moses where will your children go?

These are the last days of paradise row

Tell me Moses where will your children go?