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| | A |
| | Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement, |
| Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent |
| Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated. |
| She was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated. |
| | D | A |
| | East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibral | tar, |
| | E | D |
| I see the | burning of the page, Curtain | risin' on a new age, |
| | A | C | D | E(m | A |
| See the | groom | still | waitin' | at the | altar. |
| Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery, |
| Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery, |
| Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me |
| About the madness of becomin' what one was never meant to be. |
| West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar, |
| I see the burning of the stage, |
| Curtain risin' on a new age, |
| See the groom still waitin' at the altar. |
| Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me, |
| Finally had to give her up 'bout the time she began to want me. |
