Kiss the Ground

I'm in a golden temple
In a bombed out street
Feel the rough and tumble
Down where the borders meetI hear the sandstorm's fallin'
Down where the tears have dried
And there's a west wind callin'
But I get no replyAnd I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothin' aroundThere is no hidden karma
There is no sacred plight
There is no special amour
To take me through the nightI kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing aroundI kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing aroundInto the space between us
Into the words that say
That every law demeans us
Then every price you payThere is no hidden karma
There is no sacred plight
There is no special amour
To take me through the nightI kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing aroundI kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
I kiss the ground
Nothing around
I kiss the groundThere is no manna-mania
There is no banquet here
There is only ghettosI kiss the ground