Hey there sinners, with your hands held high
Are you falling over, 'cause what you've done's not right?
Hey there children, with your mouths fixed to the sky
Are you waiting for the raindrops to fall from their eyes?
Hey transgressors, in the pantomime
Did the sweetest frame bid your sorrows now to fly?
Hey there martyrs, will you make it through the night?
"Grant that calmly, in thee restign, I finish in delight"
I can't take it anymore, 'cause its coming round to greet us when we die
I can't take it anymore, 'cause its coming round to greet us when we die