[Verse 1]
They paid the words the good lord said
Nailed them to the trees
Tell you they are actual born in hell
To keep you on your knees
This place shuts down at midnight
This town where I was born
A nation struck by stagefright
People blessed by scorn
[Chorus]
We're busy doing nothing
No work the whole day through
We're busy saving sinners
From the Presbyterian home set blues
[Verse 2]
There's no clown shortage round here
Every Sunday 10am
But no-one's really laughing in the congregation
They chain up all the swingers
Cause swinging is a sin
You've got to die of boredom
Before they'll let you in
[Chorus]
We're busy doing nothing
No work the whole day through
We're busy saving sinners
From the Presbyterian home set blues
[Verse 3]
There's talk of riots gatom bombs revolutions all day long
But in amongst the noise and haste what's really going on
The k** will never leave you
It'll keep you like a slave
With one foot in the past
And one foot in the grave
[Chorus]
We're busy doing nothing
No work the whole day through
We're busy saving sinners
From the Presbyterian home set blues
We're busy doing nothing
No work the whole day through
We're busy saving sinners
From the Presbyterian home set blues