We have been waiting and it has begun    So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue    We have been waiting and it has begun    Prostrate yourself, your time has come       We have been waiting and it has begun    Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on    We have been waiting and it has begun    So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue       Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew    Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue    In full submission we are reborn    We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword       We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride    Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine    Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm    We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword       So we're lock, stock, and barrel    Hook, line, and sinker    Your freedom was your master    And your liberties the flint for    A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land    You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands       So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine    And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive    The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers    The fire, the flame, the passion, the power       Too little, too late    High caliber consecrator