The drunk mortician lurches
  Past the broken windowed churches
  He starts to laugh and cry
  At the same time
  What really makes him drink
  Is the time he has to think
  And he knows that there is
  Nowhere he can hide
  He's got people making speeches
  Hang around like leeches
  To drink that heady drug
  Of untold power
  Their arguments are quoted
  And the winner then is voted but
  The loser always has
  the finest hour...
  So what are we going to do now
  On heaven and earth
  What are we going to do now
  Tell me what is worth to you ...
  Doctors try to save them
  Priests don't know how to tell them
  There's nothing you can do but repent
  You might think that he's a hero
  But like Nixon Mao or Nero
  All you know is that they came... then they went
  So what are we going to do now
  On heaven and earth
  What are we going to do now
  Tell me what is worth
  So what are we going to do now
  On heaven and earth
  What are we going to do now
  Tell me what is worth to you
  (Father and son) ad libs to fade