The drunk mortician lurches Past the broken windowed churches He starts to laugh and cry At the same time What really makes him drink Is the time he has to think And he knows that there is Nowhere he can hide He's got people making speeches Hang around like leeches To drink that heady drug Of untold power Their arguments are quoted And the winner then is voted but The loser always has the finest hour... So what are we going to do now On heaven and earth What are we going to do now Tell me what is worth to you ... Doctors try to save them Priests don't know how to tell them There's nothing you can do but repent You might think that he's a hero But like Nixon Mao or Nero All you know is that they came... then they went So what are we going to do now On heaven and earth What are we going to do now Tell me what is worth So what are we going to do now On heaven and earth What are we going to do now Tell me what is worth to you (Father and son) ad libs to fade