What are you listening to?

The angels weep
The demons cheer
The sinners tremble
The saints prepare

If today was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow was Christmas Day

Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby?

All I would need my little sweet rider just

To pass the time away

Listen to me, you, old folk
This world has gotta change
If the bombs start a-fallin’
There’ll be no more home on the range

He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Looking for the new world
And the palace in the sun

On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls, he often wandered
With the secrets of the world

And his subjects gathered 'round him
Like the leaves around a tree
In their clothes of many colors
For the angry gods to see

And the women all were beautiful
And the men stood straight and strong
They offered life in sacrifice
So that others could go on