Six-thirty: the rain is falling and the sky's like a 

Yellow balloon,
I was waiting for the revolution and the Mexico sundown 
I was kneeling by the burning bush and the sea was a 
Bed of flames, I was reading from the book of Naomi and the whirlpool 
Vision of shame / 
I was standing at the edge of the world and the force
Pass through by, He was talking 'bout the new generation & the makeshift 
Haulers of time 

Oh, no, 
Oh, no 
Don't let them break you down 
Oh, no, 
Oh, no 
Oh, they said you would go 
Oh, no 
Oh, no.