Well we've all got a job to do, and we all hate God But we've all got a job to do - we're gonna do it together We are born of despair, and we long for what's fair We're gonna do what we can on the road to getting there On our way to getting there Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth Alone in the home, out in the street All that you've grown, choked in the weeds But older than stone - that's you and me We are born of despair, but we're gonna do it together