There are no ghosts   Watching through your walls   So put the cross down      And there are no angels   Reading your thoughts   Keep your feet on this ground      We're getting scared yet   The man in the blue suit's got gun   Are we there yet?   The congregation's been sold off   They've been bought      What to do about tomorrow?   Please let it come, just let it come   What you gonna do about today, man?   It's right here, staring you in the face      What a difference that would make   If we were finally awake      We're getting scared yet   The man in the blue suit's got gun   And are we there yet?   The congregation's been killed off   Are we getting scared yet?   We drop our bombs to lift them up, to lift them up      You've gotta be out of your head   Is it worth all the dead? Do you like it?      Does the wife   Does the wife   Does the wife   Does the wife      Does the wife   Does the wife   Does the wife   [Incomprehensible]      Does the wife mind the touch   Of your reddened hand   Or the money on your breath?   Does your balance turn her on   Regardless of the sin?      Hide your eyes watching sunbeams   And you can't see this creeping pack of dogs   [Incomprehensible]   [Incomprehensible]      Blind your eyes watching sunbeams   You can't see this creeping pack of dogs   Blind your eyes watching sunbeams   The pure bred beasts wait licking their chops