The city of the dead is full of exhibitionists   Dancing in the streets in their bones   The hounds have the scent and they're on the trail   Chase them into the cave where darkness dwells      If my sin remains I have chosen my god   Choose this day who you will serve   As for me and my house   We will serve the Lord      From high lofty window tops you see    Peering through the oil and scum   Praying the door is locked   They see the chase below through the avenue   And you think those bones look like you      The dead are all around in a state of decay   And you are safe in a secret place   Not of things you've earned or deserve   But you have been called out of this world      They're walking closer to the center of the earth   All along they think they're exploring the universe   They'll never prove that God doesn't exist   'Cause God took away all their evidence