Lyrics:

(Gerard McMahon)
© 1992 Geffen Again Music/Bac Mac Music, BMI.

Christine my eyes
Show me how to see ya
Come on hold out your hand
Rap me ‘round your finger
To be interior designed
Let me be conditioned
To do the crawl on the floor
Looking for the mission

Speak with my tongue
Tell me how to follow
Come on, show me who walks
On blessed Virgin water
One that can rise above our kind
That sinned like all my brothers
One that'll christen my eyes
And bring me to my senses

Who will fall and who will rise
Who might have to advertise
Who will be the President
Who will tell you anything

Now, who gonna, who gonna
Who gonna walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna, who
Gonna walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna walk,
Who gonna walk, walk, walk, walk

Come to my cause
Give me destination
Tell me, who can I trust
That doesn't take commission
Who does the miracle for real
And tells me there's no heaven
One that will take all control
And dim my television

Christen my eyes
Show me who to follow
Come on, show me who walks
On Blessed Virgin water

Hey now, who will fall and who will rise
Who might have to advertise
Who will be the President
Who will tell you anything
Now, who gonna, who gonna, who gonna
Walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna, who
Gonna walk, walk on water
Who gonna, who gonna, who gonna walk,
Walk on water

Who gonna, who gonna, who gonna walk,
Walk, walk, walk
Speak with my tongue yeah and christen
My eyes
Who's gonna go walking on
Who's gonna go walking on water.