LYRIC FOR SALE

By Two Kats

Will there be a golden age with fruit on every tree?
Will there be a better page of man’s sad history?
Where justice flows like water, covering all the land
Filling every valley and drenching every sand?
These are all rhetorical questions you see
The answers are perfectly obvious to me

At the final bell
The dead will all be dancing
At the final bell
No one’s left alone
At the final bell
Every question answered
At the final bell
Every secret known
At the final bell
All shall be well
Nothing left to sell
At the final bell

Will there be an answer for every question posed?
Will greed, cancer and war finally be deposed?
Will every tear ever shed by Adam’s sorry race
for the dear departed dead be wiped off every face?
These are all rhetorical questions you see
The answers are perfectly obvious to me

At the final bell
The dead will all be dancing
At the final bell
No one’s left alone
At the final bell
Every question answered
At the final bell
Every secret known
At the final bell
All shall be fine
No one left behind
At the final bell

Will there be an ending that redeems the author’s plan?
When the last act’s over, will everybody stand?
up and give the author a round of deafening applause
that resounds forevermore as the curtain draws?
These are all rhetorical questions you see
The answers are perfectly obvious to me

At the final bell
The dead will all be dancing
At the final bell
Jesus on his throne
At the final bell
Every question answered
At the final bell
The devil turned to stone
At the final bell
All shall be well
No one left in hell
At the final bell