You've got to run up, you're in a torment Try to win the golden calf You try to do your best an acolyte of wealth you are You get ahead, elbow your way through Tramp down your former chums Watchin' the late night news You glance at hunger, bombs and war Stung by remorse, askin' your conscience Why nothin' make no sense While on the screen a lad in disguise Blesses you and the whole world, the show of shows He's shakin' hands, public relations like every singer do A dummy of the mighty and the rich just workin' to the rule He's workin' through every country Meets tyrants and democrats It is no end of trouble, exegesis fit them all Stung by remorse, askin' your conscience Why nothin' makes no sense While on the screen a lad in disguise Blesses you and the whole world (Absolution) Who gives absolution to that bloke in rome (Absolution) Who is willin' to play god, you win a silver pot Stung by remorse, askin' your conscience Why nothin' make no sense While on the screen a lad in disguise Blesses you and the whole world (Absolution) Who gives absolution to that bloke in rome (Absolution) To a fool who bans birth control (Absolution) An alibi to snub a thing he'd never done (Absolution) Who is willin' to play god, you win a silver pot (Absolution) Who gives absolution to that bloke in rome (Absolution) To a fool who bans birth control (Absolution) An alibi to snub a thing he'd never done (Absolution) Who is willin' to play god, ow (Absolution) (Absolution) Mmh, who is willing to play god, you win a silver pot