Down on the Cross (Remastered) Lyrics

We think we’re so important, in the little world we live in

That it revolves around us, there’s no doubt

We think that life should make sense, and that heaven will protect us

From fate and coincidence, until we hit the wall and the bottom just falls out

Down on the cross, there is no right or wrong. Down on the cross,

When every hope is gone. Down on the cross, in that lovely bawdy port town

Where the living dead of Kings Cross, walk the street, down on the cross

What makes a man lose faith, and leave the world behind him

And what blows has life dealt him, what has he lost

No church can offer solace and there’s nothing left to cling to

And he thinks he is forsaken, by his God, all alone, in despair, down on the cross

Our lady of the street, her eyes look like she’s past dead

Behind that frozen mask I wonder, what goes on in her head

And right there on the corner, St.Luke pours himself a stiff drink

He’s talking to the lamp post, Lord I wonder what he thinks

Come and see the dancing girls, Cathedrals of the fallen world

You’ll find that if you look around, there’s a street like this in every town