Steve Taylor - Sock Heaven lyrics

Out of the wringer, into the dryer Spins the clothes higher Squeezing out static and shocks Little stockings tumbling 'round together Couldn't cling forever Now I'm missing one of my socks Lord, where do they go? CHORUS One pile waits with their god in a box The other pile nervously mocks heaven Misfits lost in the dryer, take heart Maybe there's a place up in sock heaven Out of the wringer, into the dryer Couldn't just retire Had to try tempting the fates One little band spinning 'round together Couldn't cling forever God, I think I'm losing my mates Seven good years, followed by a feeling I'd hit the gla** ceiling Maybe I'd best disappear Pick any market Pick a straitjacket If you can't act it Misfit, you don't belong here Lord, where do we go? (CHORUS) Didn't want a platform to build a new church Didn't want a mansion in rock heaven Didn't want more than to be understood Maybe there's a place up in sock heaven Lord, where do we go? We're gathered here to ask the Lord's blessing Maybe not his blessing Maybe we're not asking at all Out of the box with every good intention Did you fail to mention This time we were destined to crawl? And every day that we died just a little more I was sure you were sovereignly watching us dangle I don't get it now But I'll get it when In sock heaven I see it all from your angle (CHORUS) God's got his saints up in sock heaven