Dust and mud comin through my pores, can't find God in the department stores
So I hit the road with a shovel and a song, see if i can dig it up before I'm gone
Here comes Jesus come to free us, hear poor Wall Street crashin' at His feet
Dig it up, keep on movin', dig it up, dig it up, walk on
Can only take fence sitting for so long, circulation loss says my heart was wrong
I once was lost but now I'm found, and everything meaningful is underground
Big shiny advertisements all around my eyes
Can't wait to see my Lord tear a hole in the skies
All their wealthy gods promised me freedom
But a middle-eastern hobo is the one who made it come
Their tall gla** towers giving a finger to God
Makes Him think it's time to pull out that punishing rod
Destruction or deliverance, how's it gonna end?
Sometimes you gotta knock it down, so it can be born again