Way out on the rim of the galaxy
   The gifts of the Lord lie torn
   Into whose charge the gifts were given
   Have made it a curse for so many to be born
   This is my trouble --
   These were my fathers
   So how am I supposed to feel?
   Way out on the rim of the broken wheel
  
   Water of life is going to flow again
   Changed from the blood of heroes and knaves
   The word mercy's going to have a new meaning
   When we are judged by the children of our slaves
   No adult of sound mind
   Can be an innocent bystander
   Trial comes before truth's revealed
   Out here on the rim of the broken wheel
  
   You and me -- we are the break in the broken wheel
   Bleeding wound that will not heal
  
   Lord, spit on our eyes so we can see
   How to wake up from this tragedy
  
   Way out on the rim of the broken wheel
   Bleeding wound that will not heal
   Trial comes before truth's revealed
   So how am I supposed to feel?
   This is my trouble --
   Can't be an innocent bystander
   In a world of pain and fire and steel
   Way out on the rim of the broken wheel