| (Verse) | |
| Cold and walking on the hills | |
| While she hands him tears they share | |
| As the child is born, | |
| To a brand new day | |
| Wars are lost and won | |
| As the city sleeps, | |
| The dirty deeds are layed | |
| And every time you think you're right, you're wrong | |
| Now it won't be long | |
| Until the voice of truth has had its' say | |
| And it won't be long | |
| Til everything that's old is all remade | |
| (Verse) | |
| Music fades in honesty | |
| Bathing in our sympathy | |
| Well the child is torn, | |
| To a another way | |
| Speaking with a god | |
| Now the city waits, | |
| The dirty deed replayed | |
| Every time that he thinks he's right, he's wrong | |
| Now it won't be long | |
| Until the voice of truth has had its' say | |
| And it won't be long | |
| Til everything that's old is all repaved | |
| Now it won't be long | |
| Until karma comes around again, | |
| Around again, my friend | |
| As the raven screams, | |
| She never see the dawn | |
| You look around, | |
| And every thing you had is gone | |
| Now it won't long | |
| Until the voice of truth has had its' say | |
| And it won't be long | |
| Til everything that's old is all remade | |
| Now it won't long | |
| Until the wrath of truth has had its' day | |
| Yet it won't be long, | |
| Until karma comes around again, my friend | |
| Round and round and round and round and... | |
| Round and round and round and round and... | |
| Round and round and round and round and... | |
| Round and round and round and round and... | |
| Round and round and round and round and... | |
| Round and round and round and round and... | |
| Round... |