10 O'clock High - The Revolution Lyrics

False flags send me down to the gallows
Seems I should answer the call.
Seems that the shepherd led his lambs astray
Take heed, breathe, prepare for the fall.
You line your pocket with your holy machine
You've got the devil in your bed
Praise be to the dollar
Come with me and follow
The righteous will be burning cause the revolutions over your head.
Your head
Your head
The revolution's over your head
Your head
Your head

You hoard the wealth from your parishioners
To fund your hate and holy wars
Institute a constitution
Bleed me to the bone
Money makes the man
That's why we're paying for our sins
You wonder why we walk away
Because this place is not a home
Insanity is running free
And constantly surrounding me
Simulation failing as I'm reaching for the sky
You can lead a man to knowledge
But you cannot make him think
We raise the colors high
Never die
The Revolution's over your head
Your head
Your head
The revolution's over your head
Your head
Your head

You're always swinging
You're always missing
You're tripping
On hopes and wishes
Discard the message
Your bitterness will always carry you home
It's all vicarious son
You left us screaming as one

I said the revolution's over your head
Your head
Your head
The revolution's over your head
Your head
Your head
I said the revolution's over your head
Your head
Your head
The revolution's over your head
Your head
Your head