Some god will finish there, man in torture, man in chair   And Stephen's in the sky   A heathen broke my leg and turned me in my stony bed      I need people, any people   I need people, any people      Young man, heart attack and breathing through a metal sack      I need people, any people   I need people, any people      Down here in harmonies, a peace forever off your knees      I need people, any people   I need people, any people      Some gods would finish there, man in torture, man in chair   And Stephen's in the sky      I need people, any people   I need people, any people   I need people, any people   I need people, any people   I need people, any people   I need people, any people   I need people, any people   I need people, any people