If we were to pass an Eleventh Commandment
In twenty years people would be shocked to learn
That there had once been only ten
And wouldn't care if there had been

It all comes down to a moment of truth
Clock ticking in a soundproof booth
From Corpus Christi to Duluth
From Ghengis Kahn to Babe Ruth

If I could only see through glass
I would know what has come to pass
I wouldn't hurry, but I'd get there fast
What's last is first what's first is last

Every time you feel the shift
You conjure fire in a hieroglyph

When you're out for revenge dig two graves
When you run from the truth it comes in waves

We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God

We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God

We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God

We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God
We're marching up to Zion
That beautiful city of God