Every morning a fresh wound opens and bleeds its way across the sky Seems like with every dawning day they discover some new way that we can die And as I roll up of the floor and grab a lungful of that brown Coca-Cola smog I know it's too late to leave a good-looking corpse now I been laying dead here in Denver for far too long
Well it's easy to forget your name when you've been hearing too much bad news When anything anyone ever say to you sounds like a commercial for some amazing product that you can't ever use
Oh when hear them bells ringing from the church of Our Lady of the Manicured Lawns
Oh you just better grab onto me with both hands baby and hold on And they ring them bells for the proud and the brave Ring them bells for the free
Someday someone may come along baby and maybe Ring them bells for me
Well they've got a new treatment it cures artistic expression but maybe that ain't such a crying shame
So I stole thirty grand from your old man to get me as far as Trinidad where I can change my shape and name 'cause everything else I ever felt was co-opted long it's under a licensing agreement owned by this company in the Silicon
Whereas I used to walk the back roads looking for the Buddha I'm now trading in religious relics on InstantSelfRealization.com
And I'd be lying if I told you that everything is going to be alright But isn't that way friendship works nowadays baby yeah everything's gonna be just fine When they ring them bells of solid gold Ring them bells of luxury
Someday someone gonna come along baby and maybe Ring them bells for me
And they ring them bells for the proud and the brave Ring them bells for the free
Someday someone gonna come along Ring them bells for you and me
Yeah sometimes I feel like my soul's been possessed by the demon ghosts of t.v. talk show hosts
They try to make me feel so weird and ugly and worthless make me feel super self-conscious of all my supposed faults
They say there's really nothing you can do son just have faith it'll move mountains you know I say yes I do believe just let me grab a shovel and some dynamite before we go
And I'll tell you between you and me I've got a piece of much more constructive advice Why don't we skin a CEO and sell his Brooks Brothers pelt at a fair market price
And we can ring them bells for the poor of spirit Ring them bells for the meek
For the alien, outcast, exiled, stranger Foreigner and freak
Ring them bells for the tired
The heartbroken, homeless and hungry
For the huddled masses choking Neath the heavy chains of slavery
Ring them bells for the criminal and convict
Ring them bells for the soldiers sake
For all those who've exposed injustice And were nailed up and burning at the stake
Ring them bells for the orphans For the abandoned for the widows too
For the shamed, the maimed, the nameless
The misused, abused and confused
Ring them bells from the highest mountaintop To the darkest depths of poverty
For the heap of dead discarded dreams Forgotten, forsaken, and forlorn in insanity
And for everyone who ever felt for a minute Like one of society's refugees
I'll ring them bells for you now won't you Ring them bells for me