Lyrics:

You were so poised

Like some matador raising his steel

It's the same old useless ceremony

And a last bow before the kill


Every junkie in this laundromat
Is equal in the eyes of your lord

But you just put your hand to your hip
You're gonna give them a taste


I get so restless
A taste of your sword

I get so restless


I get so restless

Restless sir


In what you hoped looked so dignified
You played your exit for a laugh


They made excuses on your behalf
And like they've done so many times before

And every street Jesus and suicide,

Is just another voice that goes unheard

Every candle in the cathedral

A prayer for a better world

I get so restless


I get so restless
I get so restless

Restless sir

You were so poised

Like some matador raising his steel


It's the same old useless ceremony
And a last bow before the kill


And in the not too distant future
You'll have the preacher and soldier
Floating round in space


The soldier's finger on the trigger

The preacher's joined in a state of grace
I get so restless



I get so restless
I get so restless