In the hand of God there's a cattle prodnThat keeps shocking us alongn'Til we're flung from roofs without parachutesnTo fill the patches on his lawnnnThere's an iron gate where patrolmen waitnTo keep the chosen people safenFrom the infidels and their terror cellsnRebels blessed with God's good gracennThere's a shining half jewel that's shattered glassnHemmed in with barbed wirenYou can skin your feet but you can't climb freenOh hallelujah, higher and highernnAll your fox-hole prayers full of fear you sharenWith a bored and distant sonnWhile you held your will, killing time untilnAnswers came from anyonennYou curse their Lord for all he ignorednIn his flawed and vengeful plannCut yourself some slack against a deck so stackednI mean come on now, you're just one mannnMaybe after all when your conscience callsnYou might prove the missing linknAnd all that white hot air you sprayed around out therenMight have meant more than you thinknnSo when you breathe, breathe deep, breathe in greedilynLike you might never breathe againnTell yourself the truth so all that work you donWon't be worthless in the end