BELLS

Bells are prophets
And bells are seers
Ring uncertain futures
Toll out your fears
They’re ringin’ out now
Revolutions on the rise
The cut ‘em down tomorrow
When the dictator dies


Cast out of iron
Cast out of steel
They’re ringin’ out slow
When the dead don’t feel
They’re ringin’ up high
Strung in the steeple
Tellin’ the time
Opiate of the people


They’re ringin’ out now
The town’s on fire
Out with the old
In with desire
The lover’s are sleepin’
After making their love
While bells are watching
From perches high above