Think of the names you once called me in anger
Remember the sadness in Florence Ballard's eyes
Imagine all the melancholy you could find in the arms of a stranger
Bread of Heaven

Seems like nothing goes right
In the world that we were born in
But the horizon is bright
Yonder comes teh morning

Upstairs they're buying a stairway to heaven
Down in the garden they're changing sticks into snakes
And the jangle of religious medals would put
The fear of God into an angel
Come all ye faithful

Their baby came home to them an unmarried mother
They wished that she would turn into a pillar of salt
But in the end, compassion has to be teh greatest family value
Hope of the helpless

Looks like a drift to the Right
For the world we were born in
But the horizon is bright
Yonder comes the morning