You think you know what’s going down, but you wouldn’t know it, man, from the things you say,
There’s a crying rain pouring down in your backyard,
It’s so easy now, Mister, but it soon gets hard.
I said now, hey, hey, brother, what a perfect world,
We’re talking hellfire, talking party girls.
And you can’t shut your eyes and wish yourself home,
When you lose your disguise, when they cut you to the bone.
There’s a riot coming on,
There’s a riot coming on and you best believe it,
There’s a riot coming on.
Well, let’s talk about revolution while the bums on the pavement fall between the cracks,
There’s an heiress, the orphan, the good ones gone bad,
In this garden of dreams, in the back of a cab.
I said now, hey, hey, mama, let’s talk about love,
Let’s talk about grace from high above.
And while “Jesus Saves” flickers on and off through the night, we’re stumbling through the darkness,
Find a little light.
There’s a riot coming on,
There’s a riot coming on and you best believe it,
There’s a riot coming on.
Come on, all you saints and wise men,
Come show the way if you can,
Come show us who you really are,
There’s a hole in the sky,
Open your eyes.
Oh, there’s a riot coming on,
There’s a riot coming on and you best believe it,
There’s a riot coming on, man, you won’t forget it,
There’s a riot coming on, hey, oh,
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