Do you believe it?
What the papers say?
They’re driving me insane
They’ll push me over my limit

Do you believe it?
They catch me every time
It ought to be a crime
Wo, the things they say

There ought to be a reason
For turning black to white
Sometimes get the feeling that it’s done to spite
They don’t need a reason to turn your world around

I’m waiting for the bell to ring
I want the angels to sing
And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
I’m just about done with all

Do you believe it, when politicians talk
And make the people walk into the fire
Do you concede, is there no reprieve,
From their power games, I know there's someone to blame

We ought to be forgiven for taking in their words
They don't even write them, now is that absurd
They don't need a reason to tear your world apart

I’m waiting for the bell to ring
I want the angels to sing
And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
I’m just about done with all

And I’m just about done with all

Just about done, done with all
Just about done, done with it all
Just about done, done with all
Just about done, done with it all

Just about done, done with all
Just about done…
  With it all
And I'm waiting, you know I'm waiting

For the angels to sing, for the freedom it brings
For the bad man to fall when the children call
I want the angels to sing
And I'm just about done with it all

And I'm waiting for the bell to ring
I want the children to sing
And I'm waiting for the bad man to fall
I'm done with it all

And I’m waiting for the bell to ring
I want the angels to sing
And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
Cause I’m just about done with all

And I’m waiting for the bell to ring
I want the children to sing
I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
I’m just about done with all

I’m waiting for the bell to ring
I want the angels to sing
And I’m waiting for the bad man to fall
I’m just about done with all

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