Ring them bells, ye heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep, and they're wide, and the world's on its side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride
Ring them bells, St. Peter where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
'Cause it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow
Ring them bells, Sweet Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them bells, so the world will know that lying one
Oh, the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled with lost sheep (yeah)
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells for the time that flies
For the child that cries, when innocence dies
Ring them bells, St. Catherine from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom (yeah)
Oh, the lines are long and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong
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