In front a tall white stranger Laughing with hatred One of our own An appearance gaunt and hollow A burning spear at hand Accompanied by heralds In the distant horizon Machine gun fanfares It's the gospel A tall, white stranger In his hand a long spear At iron's point a fire He thrust it in my heart Pierce my entrails The pain's great, I moan I'm left on fire I'm left on fire It's the gospel A tall white stranger Trumpets blare, a cannonade The soul satisfied now With nothing less than god In front a tall white stranger Laughing with hatred One of our own I'm left on fire It's the gospel