I think there are more people that are bad than there are good,
And if you're good, you'll live forever,
And if you're bad, you'll die when you die,
And if you're bad, you'll die when you die,
And if you're bad, you'll die when you die.
Take me down to the water, let me feel it run over me,
Let me feel the pain and the coldness, the loneliness that there must be,
Whoa, can't you see their dreams as they go drifting by?
Whoa, can't you see their faces and their tear-soaked eyes?
I can feel him in the morning, I can feel him in the evening too,
I can hear him in the morning, telling me what I got to do,
Got to make a new world, ought to make the old one right,
I can see him in the morning, I can see him in the stars at night.
Take me out to a battlefield, let me hear the shells flying by,
Let me hear the sound of the cannons, let me hear men scream and cry,
Whoa, can't you hear their dreams as they tumble to the blood-soaked ground?
Whoa, hear them scream for shelter from the world they never found.
I can feel him in the morning, I can feel him in the evening too,
I can hear him in the morning, telling me what I got to do,
Got to make a new world, ought to make the old one right,
I can see him in the morning, I can see him in the stars at night.
