Alright, my lovenOur time is upnI need you to be readynThe war is comingnThe army's up and runningnAnd you know I'll go toonThe night is young yesnI'm watching you shiftnThose stones inside your bellynAnd hiding my eyesnSure you'd recognizenThe mutiny in them swelling nSee I gave my heart to some mad GodnNever cared for the incisionnAnd the prisons darknAs I slip between these bars and greet these visionsnJust the stock brokersnAnd the monsignors chasing prostitutes through the BowerynPast the Dow and JonesnMonday's junkie models bones feed the furnaces on FridaynAnd the climbers wake in the streets having fallennBack down into town from the mountains surroundingnAnd a two dollar Staple Singers tape plays from somewherenI think that it's 'Freedom Highway' but I ain't surenAnd the vendors sell pride but what transfers is hatenSome lie that you're better or normal or safenAnd terror's a sea that just swells inside each of usnJust within reach of us, keeping our peace from usnAnd the city's lit up like a fireworks displaynWhere tonight it's the head of this state on a platenAnd Saint Francis, Zookeeper, minding the gravenPoor Jesus he just wanders round in that cagenBecoming all things nBecoming all thingsnBecoming all thingsnBecoming all things