| Give me back my broken night | 
| My mirrored room, my secret life | 
| it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture | 
| Give me absolute control | 
| Over every living soul | 
| And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! | 
| Give me crack and anal sex | 
| Take the only tree that's left | 
| and stuff it up the hole in your culture | 
| Give me back the Berlin wall | 
| give me Stalin and St Paul | 
| I've seen the future, brother: | 
| it is murder. | 
| Things are going to slide, slide in all directions | 
| Won't be nothing | 
| Nothing you can measure anymore | 
| The blizzard, the blizzard of the world | 
| has crossed the threshold | 
| and it has overturned | 
| the order of the soul. | 
| When they said REPENT REPENT | 
| I wonder what they meant | 
| When they said REPENT REPENT | 
| I wonder what they meant | 
| When they said REPENT REPENT | 
| I wonder what they meant. | 
| You don't know me from the wind | 
| you never will, you never did | 
| I'm the little Jew | 
| who wrote the Bible | 
| I've seen the nations rise and fall | 
| I've heard their stories, heard them all | 
| but love's the only engine of survival | 
| You're servant here, he has been told | 
| to say it clear, to say it cold: | 
| It's over, it ain't going any further | 
| And now the wheels of heaven stop | 
| you feel the devil's riding crop | 
| Get ready for the future: | 
| it is murder. | 
| Things are going to slide, slide in all directions | 
| Won't be nothing | 
| Nothing you can measure anymore | 
| The blizzard, the blizzard of the world | 
| has crossed the threshold | 
| and it has overturned | 
| the order of the soul. | 
| When they said REPENT REPENT | 
| I wonder what they meant | 
| When they said REPENT REPENT | 
| I wonder what they meant | 
| When they said REPENT REPENT | 
| I wonder what they meant. | 
| There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code | 
| Your private life will suddenly explode | 
| There'll be phantoms | 
| There'll be fires on the road | 
| and the white man dancing | 
| You'll see a woman | 
| hanging upside down | 
| her features covered by her fallen gown | 
| and all the lousy little poets coming round | 
| tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson | 
| and the white man dancin'. | 
| Give me back the Berlin wall | 
| Give me Stalin and St Paul | 
| Give me Christ | 
| or give me Hiroshima | 
| Destroy another fetus now | 
| We don't like children anyhow | 
| I've seen the future, baby: | 
| it is murder. |