The lyrics in the boot Ive got are quite a bit different, but thats normal for John. My attempt at them:
Where the dry dust turns the sunset pink
where all summer long its so hot you cant think straight
where we drink water from a well by hand
half a world away from the old promised land
we understand what we've been given
a new covanent, a real sharp one
and we spend our days and nights
gaining new appreciation of its finer points
waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves
waiting for jesus to come along and save us
and biding our time
biding our time
biding our time as best we know how
Second verse is much the same, but its George Romero, not O'mera. He's the god of end-of-world zombie movies (Night of the living dead, dawn of the dead, land of the dead, etc. etc.)
The lyrics in the boot Ive got are quite a bit different, but thats normal for John. My attempt at them:
Where the dry dust turns the sunset pink where all summer long its so hot you cant think straight where we drink water from a well by hand half a world away from the old promised land we understand what we've been given a new covanent, a real sharp one and we spend our days and nights gaining new appreciation of its finer points waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves waiting for jesus to come along and save us and biding our time biding our time biding our time as best we know how
Second verse is much the same, but its George Romero, not O'mera. He's the god of end-of-world zombie movies (Night of the living dead, dawn of the dead, land of the dead, etc. etc.)