Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the vallies and streams
for they're deep and they're wide and the world's on it's side
and time is running backwards and so is the bride
Ring them bells, ring them bells, ring them bells, ring them bells
Ring them bells St. Peter where the four winds blow
You gotta ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
That the rush hour is now on the wheel and the plow
and the sun is going down on the sacred cow
Ring them bells, ring them bells, ring them bells, ring them bells
Ring them bells St. Martha for the poor man's son
You gotta ring them bells so the world will know that god is one
for the shepherd is asleep where the willows weeps
and the mountains are filled with little lost sheep
Ring them bells... for the blind and deaf
Ring them bells... for all of us who are left
Ring them bells... for the chosen few who will judge the many
when the game is through
Ring them bells... for the time that flies, for the child that cries
when innocence dies
Ring them bells St. Catherine from the top of the roof
Now ring them bells from the fortress from the lilies that bloom
for the lines they are long and the fighting is strong
and they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong
Ring them bells, ring them bells, ring them bells, ring them bells!
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