Told You So

And do those feet in modern times Walk upon the flowers And walk upon their brothers While the heads are busy lying low Trying to keep to cower...oh Something went wrong Along the way Everybody's waiting for Judjement day So they can go Told you so Bring me my gun of itching desire Bring me my bullets and I will fire Sights set higher than the tall Church spire Standing in line The blind lead the blind Waiting and waiting For overdue sign Brothers and sisters Playing chinese whispers If thing's aren't suited Then they'll get diluted There is one more dead with a hole in his head He shouldn't have said all the things he said Many tears were shed for the blood he bled.