Down Down Below

Tell the saints, tell the sinners Tell the foolish, tell the wise Tell the saints, tell the sinners That you've seen with your own eyes Down, down below To the village, to the city And to anywhere you know To the village, to the city You won't make it, it's time to go Down, down below Not the beggar, not the rich man Nor will you escape this might Not the beggar, not the rich man Nor will you know when time is right Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below Down, down below