Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
About an age of power no one had an hour to spare,
Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there

Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed
They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way
Praying for survival at the end of the day
There is no compassion for those who stay
I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there

There must be someone who can set them free:
To take thier sorrow from this odysey
To help the helpless and the refugee
To protect what's left of humanity
Can't you see
Can't you see
Can't you see

I'll be there
I'll be there
I will be there;
To heal their sorrow
To beg and borrow
Fight tomorrow

Step inside! Hello! We've a most amazing show
You'll enjoy it all we know
Step inside! Step inside!

We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks
Leave your hammers at the box
Come inside! Come inside!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Left behind the bars, rows of Bishop's heads in jars
and a bomb inside a car
Spectacular! Spectacular!

If you follow me there's a speciality
some tears for you to see
Misery, misery,
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!

Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
We've a stripper in a till
What a thrill! What a thrill!
And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs,
We pull Jesus from a hat,
Get into that! Get into that!
Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
See the show!