Skeletons are moving under ground There are angels on the sly God is busy turning a big wheel 'round and 'round Camels trudge across the desert sand With their humps of holy water They're looking for a home in the needle's eye See them fly And we go 'round in Boomtown ('round and 'round in Boomtown) (but we don't cry in Boomtown) (live and die in Boomtown) Up and down High rises reflect a gleaming spire It's another faithless Sunday God's still busy turning the big wheel 'round and 'round The fire fell here a long time ago But the glory could not last We still wear our veils to the dark afterglow And pray for some shadow of the past For a star leading home Above the Savings and Loan Skeletons are moving under ground (ghosts and angels on the sly) God is busy turning a big wheel