Magdalene is trembling 
Like a washing on a line 
Trembling and gleaming 
Never before was a man so kind 
Never so redeeming
 
Enter the multitudes 
In Exxon blue, in radiation rose 
Ecstasy, now you tell me 
Who you gonna get to do the dirty work 
When all the slaves are free? 
(Who're you gonna get?)
 
I am up a sycamore 
Looking through the leaves 
sinner of some position 
Who in the world can this heart healer be? 
This magical physician

Enter the multitudes 
In Exxon blue, in radiation rose 
Misery, you tell me 
Who you gonna get to do the dirty work 
When all the slaves are free? 
(Who're you gonna get?) 

Enter the multitudes 
The walking wounded  [bad word] to this diver of the heart 
Of the multitudes 
Thy [bad word] 
Thy will be done 

Oh, climb down, climb down he says to me 
From the middle of unrest 
They think his light is squandered 
But he sees a stray in the wilderness 
And I see, how far I've wandered 

Enter the multitudes 
In Exxon blue, in radiation rose 
Apathy, you tell me 
Who you gonna get to do the dirty work 
When all the slaves are free? 
(Who're you gonna get?) 

Enter the multitudes 
The walking wounded  [bad word] to this diver of the heart 
Of the multitudes 
Thy [bad word] 
Thy will be done 

Oh, all around the marketplace 
The buzzing of the flies 
The buzzing and the stinging
Divinely barren and wickedly wise 
The killer nails are ringing 

Enter the multitudes 
In Exxon blue, in radiation rose 
Tragedy, now you tell me
Who you gonna get to do the dirty work 
When all the slaves are free? 

(Who're you gonna get?) 
(Who're you gonna get?) 
(Who're you gonna get?) 
(Who're you gonna get?) 
(Who're you gonna get?)