You'll see, we'll be
Fine everybody
If we climb, everybody
To the cross on the hill
"feed me, heal me" whines everybody
Blinds everybody
And nobody will

Motorboats on the red sea
Altar candles on the t.v.
We killed the prophets,
And we hung the sun
And finally got our
Kingdom come

We'll wake up, and make up
And cry everybody
Die everybody
At the cross on the hill
"astound me, crown me," whines everybody
Blinds everybody
So nobody will

We've got no taste for the new wine
Just want our faces on prime time
There was that time we fed the poor
(but we) just don't believe them anymore

A house and pool in the
Promise land
A slice of pie for the
Son of man
A little prayer, our ten percent
And a crocodile tear for any regret