I'm thinking of a bird I love And every time I think the bees gather around me And children start to play at my feet And the tangerine rabbits play too And the woods are filled with children laughing Laughing amongst themselves as if it's some joke Known only to themselves Nut they're laughing because they've gone They've gone to their last church, ma** They've given up on church Because they've found something else I'm here for the kids Oh kids disposing of bibles near my feet Oh parents gather in a rage Oh oh I took up this life When I was half their age Ah kids singingg like they know What they're singing about Kids following my words Screaming, scream and shouting about The way my eyes look There's a certain gleam That is unlike that of any parent Oh a gleam they know and love The kids need not worry when they're with me Oh drop your bibles kids and gather 'round Ah listen to the sound And listen to what you've always known To what you've always been To what you will always see And gather 'round for savior #2