Ring Them Bells - Live at the Supper Club, New York, NY - November 1993

Ring them bells, ye heathen from the city that dreams
 Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams
 For they're deep, and they're wide, and the world's on its side
 And time is running backwards and so is the bride
 Ring them bells, St. Peter where the four winds blow
 Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
 'Cause it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plow
 And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow
 Ring them bells, Sweet Martha for the poor man's son
 Ring them bells, so the world will know that lying one
 Oh, the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep
 And the mountains are filled with lost sheep (yeah)
 Ring them bells for the blind and the 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 room
 Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom (yeah)
 Oh, the lines are long and the fighting is strong
 And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong