I've got this phosphorescent portrait
Of gentle Jesus meek and mild
I've got this harlot
That I'm stuck
With carrying another man's child
The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out
As we arrived
They'd throw us back across the border
If they knew that we survived
And they were surprised to see us
So they greeted us with palms
They asked for ammunition
Acts of contrition and small alms
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up
With a slap or a kiss
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up
There must be something better than this
I've got this imaginary radio
And I'm punching up the dial
I've got the A C  trained on the T V
So it won't blow up in my eye
And everything
That I thought fanciful or mocked
As too extreme
Must be family entertainment here
In the strange land of my dreams
And I'm practicing
My likeness of St
Francis of Assisi
And if I hold my hand outstretched
A little bird comes to me
And I might recite a small prayer
If I ever said them
I lay down on an iron frame
And found myself in Bedlam
Stepping on the fingers
That were stretching through the bars
Wailing echoes down the corridors
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up
With a slap or a kiss
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up
There must be something better than this
They've got this scared
And decorated girl strapped to the steel
Trunk of a Mustang
They drove her down a cypress grove
Where traitors hang and stars still spangle
They dangled flags
And other rags along a colored thread of twine
They dragged that bruised and purple heart
Along the road to Palestine
Someone went off muttering
He mentioned thirty pieces
Easter saw a slaughtering
Each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
My thoughts returned to vengeance
But I put up no resistance
Though I seemed a long way from my home
It really was no distance
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up
With a slap or a kiss
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up
There must be something better than this
And the player piano
Picks out "Life Goes On"
The Ringtone rang out "Jerusalem"
Into the pit of sadness
Where the wretched plunge
We've buried all the Innocents
We must bury revenge
We must bury revenge
We must bury revenge
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up  wake me up
Wake me up
There must be something
Better than this
There must be something
Better than this
There must be something
Better than this
There must be something
Better than this