The Psychedelic Ensemble - Make A Plan - Golden Swords lyrics

When your saviour doesn't save And you've got one foot in the grave You better make a plan (We better make a plan) Make a plan (We better make a plan) When your saviour doesn't rise And suddenly you recognize it's all just lies You better make a plan (We better make a plan) Make a plan (We better make a plan) When your prophet doesn't hear your cries And all at once you surmise it's all just lies You better make a plan We better make a plan We better make a plan When your prophet doesn't prophesize And suddenly you recognize it's all just lies You better make a plan We better make a plan We better make a plan What plan, I ask, could lead to saving you? Without a single sword what can we do? We shall rise and set their wrong to right So tonight we shall rise and fight Fear not, people, this is not our end On our Golden King you'll see we can depend Melt the King and from his golden blood we'll mould Swords we'll fashion from his gold!