Brian Baker - Dept. Of False Hope lyrics

Welcome my son, to where the work is never done And the hungry are seldom ever fed The department of false hope, is proving ground for dopes And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna) So hold your head up high, forgotten men Tomorrow won't be made for you And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand For God and men, there's nothing more to do It crackled on the radio, through bright plumes of the sun The announcer said the age of faith was dead Though the adolescent nation was just looking for salvation The beast of reason reared it's ugly head (Hosanna) So hold your head up high, forgotten men Tomorrow's not for me and you And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand For God and men, there's nothing more to do From your cradle of destruction With the poorest of instruction And the merest silver of a tune You managed somehow to muddle through So hold your head up high, forgotten men Tomorrow's not for me and you And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand For God and men, there's nothing more to do There is nothing more