Watch love Get strangled by a kite's cold strings Janie can you hear my prayers hit the ceiling? Don't fuss with creativity, They never asked for an artist He was and is, He is and is to come. He was and is, He is and is to come. He holds the key. We're outcasts only 'cause we chose to dream We're princes who'd rather dine with thieves We're honest only 'cause the truth, it cannot hide I'm thinking of you I'm thinking of you when I kill a good man To keep myself from being killed by him But I saw the black coats forming lines They hit our beaches running We're on our knees but not to pray