There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city [bad word] My city [bad word] 
Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city [bad word] My city [bad word] [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise up!

Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's [bad word] My city's [bad word] 
Now with these hands,
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray Lord
With these hands, 
With these hands,
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the faith, Lord
We pray for your love, Lord
We pray for the lost, Lord
We pray for this world, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise [bad word] on, rise up