About to die — the crowds applaud you
About to die — they’ll resurrect you
Light a candle up in kingdom come
Light the way for the saviour’s son
A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down
About to die — the crowds reward you
About to die — their cheers ignore you
Light a candle up in kingdom come
Light the way for the chosen one
No candle burned with fire enough to tear that city down
About to die — the crowds applaud me
About to die — they’ll resurrect me
Light a candle up in kingdom come
Light the way for the savior’s son
A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down