I heard 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.
I know there's something about that tree I wasn't supposed to forget.
I just want to ruin everything for myself,
Because we're tired of paradise.
Yeah, We're itching for hell.
We've been in the desert for near forty years.
We're using our children's hands to dry off our tears.
Oh, and the promised land is getting closer I know!
Oh, but the wilderness looks every day more like home.