Heat haze rising   On hell's own hill      You wake up this morning   It took an act of will   You walk through the night   To get here today   To bring your children   To give them away      Oh... oh this cruel sun   Is daylight never done   Cruelty just begun   To make a shadow of everyone      And if the rain came   And if the rain came      Souls bent over without a breeze   Blankets on burning trees   I am sick without disease   Nobility on it's knees      And if the rain came   And if the rain came... now   Would it wash us all away   On a wave of sorrow   Wave   On a wave of sorrow      Where now the holy cities?   Where the ancient holy scrolls?   Where now Emperor Menelek?   And the Queen of Sheba's gold      You're my bride, you wear her crown   And on your finger precious stones   As every good thing now been sold      Son, of shepherd boy, now king   What wisdom can you bring?   What lyric would you sing?   Where is the music of the Seraphim?      And if the rain came   And if the rain came... now   Would it wash us all away   On a wave of sorrow   Wave   A wave of sorrow   Wave.      Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt   For they shall inherit what's left of the earth   Blessed are the kings who've left their thrones   They are buried in this valley of dry bones      Blessed all of you with an empty heart   For you got nothing from which you cannot part   Blessed is the ego   It's all we got this hour      Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power   Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight   She used what she got   To save her children's life      Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream   Blessed are the stupid who can dream   Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums   Blessed is the spirit that overcomes