The short side of the wall is crumbling
I don’t know if I should blame someone
The short side of the wall is tumbling
Over and over until it is overrun
Lips of locks and hearts of rocks
Are losers that have won
Minds of bricks and souls of sticks
Are lined up one by one
The short side of the wall is mumbling
It was over before it begun
The short side of the wall is humbling
Stone by stone we own the revolution
Priests of light and acolytes
Will answer to no one
Weary dogs and rusty cogs
Are marching to the drum
What do you want to be
With all that you see
What do you want to have
With all that you have done
What do you want to do
Now that it’s through
For what do you long
Now that it is gone
The short side of the wall is sunken
And the future’s setting like the sun
The short side of the wall fell down
As the people fired off their guns
Children dream of times that seem
Forgotten by everyone
Devil’s bells and carousels
Already have begun