He held my hand when I died He told me all I could ask The politician bleats so blind With his hard hat on rotating in a circle Gimme some rosacea, nicotine to stain ya Boys on the altar waiting to be crushed But as he takes the stage I'm gone Oh what the hell is all this? Oh is it in the way he calls your name? Or is it in the way he prays for rain? The wheel is turning now It's really turning now He laid his hands upon me He dug a hole in my life The terror and the all-black screech When you mix those colours something's gonna happen I don't wanna see them, I don't wanna know them I'll spasm on the floor and wait for it to end But as he throws the crutches down Eleven thousand knees bend left then know you're coming Oh is it in the way he calls your name? Or is it in the way he makes you pray? The wheel is turning now It's really turning now [x2] Do you wanna know how far you've gone? Do you wanna know how far you've gone? Do you have any idea? Do you have any idea?