Make A Plan-golden Swords Lyrics - Singles - The Psychedelic Ensemble

When your savior doesn't save 

And you've got one foot in the grave 

You better make a plan 

(We better make a plan) 

Make a plan 

(We better make a plan) 

When your savior doesn't rise 

And suddenly you recognize it's all just lies 

You better make a plan 

(We better make a plan) 

Make a plan 

(We better make a plan) 

When your prophet doesn't hear your cries 

And all at once you surmise it's all just lies 

You better make a plan 

We better make a plan 

We better make a plan 

When your prophet doesn't prophesize 

And suddenly you recognize it's all just lies 

You better make a plan 

We better make a plan 

We better make a plan 

What plan, I ask, could lead to saving you? 

Without a single sword what can we do? 

We shall rise and set their wrong to right 

So tonight we shall rise and fight 

Fear not, people, this is not our end 

On our Golden King you'll see we can depend 

Melt the King and from his golden blood we'll mould 

Swords we'll fashion from his gold!