Magdalene is trembling Like a washing on a line Trembling and gleaming Never before was a man so kind Never so redeeming
Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue, in radiation rose Ecstasy, now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get?)
I am up a sycamore Looking through the leaves A sinner of some position Who in the world can this heart healer be? This magical physician
Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue, in radiation rose Misery, you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get?)
Enter the multitudes The walking wounded They come to this diver of the heart Of the multitudes Thy kingdom come Thy will be done
Oh, climb down, climb down he says to me From the middle of unrest They think his light is squandered But he sees a stray in the wilderness And I see, how far I've wandered
Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue, in radiation rose Apathy, you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get?)
Enter the multitudes The walking wounded They come to this diver of the heart Of the multitudes Thy kingdom come Thy will be done
Oh, all around the marketplace The buzzing of the flies The buzzing and the stinging Divinely barren and wickedly wise The killer nails are ringing
Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue, in radiation rose Tragedy, now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free?
(Who're you gonna get?) (Who're you gonna get?) (Who're you gonna get?) (Who're you gonna get?) (Who're you gonna get?)