Bread & Circuses

Lyrics for Bread & Circuses

Crowds gather round kneeling at the feet of common thieves Hungry for the word, but God would never speak through such as these Such as these Who offer healing hands and balms, and redemption A few would cross their palms They'll tell your troubles to the Lord for however much you can afford Hands holding hands in the circle of the sinners and the saints Memories that linger from the cradle, placing puzzles in the grave In the grave No mortal skin and bone can live on bread and circuses alone The spirit needs must drive the mystery of why you're alive They look in their book and they read But their cold hearts say "Follow me" Dance in the dust in the frenzy of the desperately in need Led by the voices of the men who invoke ritual to hide their greed Hide their greed Come every tongue, every eye across the crumbling earth and cracking skies The gates of hell stand open wide, but the path of glory you walk Single file They look in their book and they read But their cold hearts say "Follow me" These men make a cage for the very souls they came here to be freed They turn off their lights for their tents they're fixing to leave They look in their book and they read But their cold hearts say "Follow me" They'll close all their books and they'll leave Their cold hearts say "Follow me" They'll close their book and leave They'll close up their books and they'll leave But you'll remain still in pain