depeche mode
told you so
And do those feet in modern times Walk upon the flowers And walk upon their brothers While their heads are busy lying low Trying to keep to cover...oh   Something went wrong Along the way Everybody's waiting for Judgment day   So they can go Told you so   Bring me my gun of itching desire Bring me my bullets and I will fire Sights set higher than the tall church spire   Standing in line The blind lead the blind Waiting and waiting For an overdue sign Brothers and sisters Playing Chinese whispers If things aren't suited Then they'll get diluted   There's one more dead with a hole in his head He shouldn't have said all the things he said Many tears were shed for the blood he bled