If I run uphill I'm out of breath If I spend all of my money I've got no money left If I place all of my chips on only one bet I'm all in And it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights And it's not that I believe in your almight But I might as well as insurance or bail Cause institution's like a big bright lie And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky It's just you and God But what if God's not there? But his name is on your dollar bill Which just became cab fare For the Evangelist, the Communist, the Lefts and the Rights And the hypocrites and the Jesuits and the blacks and the whites It's in the belly of the beast In the Atlanta streets Or up in Laurel Canyon The verge of Middle East Still they're dying on the dark continent It's been happening long enough to mention it Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again It's been 25 years Of spreading infection Somehow we're not affected So my mom, she brushes her hair And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan's beard And I share with my friends a couple of beers In the Orlando streets
If I run uphill I'm out of breath If I spend all of my money I've got no money left If I place all of my chips on only one bet I'm all in And it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights And it's not that I believe in your almight But I might as well as insurance or bail Cause institution's like a big bright lie And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky It's just you and God But what if God's not there? But his name is on your dollar bill Which just became cab fare For the Evangelist, the Communist, the Lefts and the Rights And the hypocrites and the Jesuits and the blacks and the whites It's in the belly of the beast In the Atlanta streets Or up in Laurel Canyon The verge of Middle East Still they're dying on the dark continent It's been happening long enough to mention it Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again It's been 25 years Of spreading infection Somehow we're not affected So my mom, she brushes her hair And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan's beard And I share with my friends a couple of beers In the Orlando streets
