We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens pennilessnAnd we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressednWe don't know what we're doing here but Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interestsnI've never been any good at following those rules, they taught in Sunday schoolnnThey keep you locked up till the time is rightnMaybe I'm just jealous of your faithnthey keep your mind and body occupiednMaybe I'd fair better as a saintnnI am pleased to accept your application for my review nAnd I'll arrange for a proper orientation if you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here nI don't expect you to show up qualified and fearlessnBlow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be? nCause now is your chance to leavennThey keep you locked up till the time is rightnMaybe I'm just jealous of your faithnthey keep your mind and body occupiednMaybe I'd fair better as a saintnnAnd on that day, they'll hang the mason, who laid the stones for the wells we wish innAnd on that day, they'll give a sermonnMy ears do their best to listenn