Call For The Priest; I'm Dying.





Well, The Pressure's Too Much, You Know I Peaked Last Night


I Gotta Get Some A Quick Release


City Is Standing On My Shoulders


My Body's Going Piece By Piece


Yeah!





Yes I Know What I Want, And I Know Where To Get It


And I'm Going There Right Away.


This Is One Priest That I Don't Have To Fall On


Down To My Knees And Pray!


No!





When Your Back's To The Wall Come Along One And All


We Shall Fight All The Slander That's Penned


It's Us We Shall Choose Let The Bigoted Lose


For Our Triumph's The Means To Their End





With You By My Side I Shall Ride Every Storm





Let The Cynics Drop Dead In Their Critical Head


They're Wrist Merchants As We All Can See


Bunch Of Deaf Ears With Their Columnized Fears


Such A Shame, What A Shame, Oh Dear Me!


Yeah!





SOLO (Glenn/both)





When Your Back's To The Wall, Come Along One And All


We Shall Fight All The Slander That's Penned


It's Us We Shall Choose Let The Bigoted Lose


For Our Triumph's The Means To Their End





Yes I Know What I Want, And I Know Where To Get It


And I'm Going There Right Away


This Is One Priest That I Don't Have To Fall On


Down To My Knees And Pray!


Yeah!