A man rises in the morning and looks out on his kingdom   And he says it's good   The walls have crumbled, the streets are flooded   Everything's right where he put it   And over there in the east the sun is burning down   On the meek and the wicked alike   He says, "friends, come listen, do you hear that din in the distance?   That's what justice sounds like"   A voice spoke out and said, "sir I have no doubt   That justice is somewhere out there   But between the rising growl and the siren's howl it's just   Getting a little hard to hear   And I mean no disrespect but I have one question   As we stare out into the sun   How can you stand all that blood on your hands   When you know as well as anyone   That you're gonna be judged someday      You see I heard you saying that this price is worth paying   For a paradise in bloom   And begging your pardon but we're a long way from the garden   And it doesn't look like we'll be back any time soon   And I heard your plea that this would all be much easier   If everyone would stop complaining   But if I may speak plainly, sir, don't stand there pissin' on my foot   And try to tell me it's raining   So forgive me if I don't understand   The complexities of the reborn righteous man   Who reaches out with Cain's helping hand   And forgive me if I can't comprehend   The grace and mercy in   Your conceit and ignorance of consequence   But you're gonna be judged someday      You see, I rose this morning and I looked out on the rubble   And it was more than I could take   And I realized everything I see before me   Is everything you left in your wake      Who will pay for this?   Who will pay for all of this?"