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 k**ed 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