[ Featuring Free Spirit ]
We think we're so important, in the little world we live in
That it revolves around us, there's no doubt
We think that life should make sense, and that heaven will protect us
From fate and coincidence, until we hit the wall and the bottom just falls out
Down on the cross, there is no right or wrong. Down on the cross,
When every hope is gone. Down on the cross, in that lovely bawdy port town
Where the living dead of Kings Cross, walk the street, down on the cross
What makes a man lose faith, and leave the world behind him
And what blows has life dealt him, what has he lost
No church can offer solace and there's nothing left to cling to
And he thinks he is forsaken, by his God, all alone, in despair, down on the cross
Our lady of the street, her eyes look like she's past dead
Behind that frozen mask I wonder, what goes on in her head
And right there on the corner, St.Luke pours himself a stiff drink
He's talking to the lamp post, Lord I wonder what he thinks
Come and see the dancing girls, Cathedrals of the fallen world
You'll find that if you look around, there's a street like this in every town
