They say that Jesus is coming back.
He'll be a wonderful dancer.
He'll set us all on the righteous path,
and give us all of the answers.
And when we are through with him,
we'll string him up from a tree.
And maybe I'll spit on him,
for setting me free.
The longer I'm in this garden,
the smarter I seem to get.
There's something about that tree,
I wasn't supposed to forget.
I just want to rule,
everything for myself.
Cuz' we're tired of paradise,
and we're itchin' for hell.
We've been in the desert,
for near Forty years.
We're using our children's heads,
to dry off our tears.
Oh and the promised land,
Is getting closer I know.
And all but the wilderness,
will suffer them when they call.
(not too sure about this last line)
Because