oh, pariah    drag your feet to me   your son has aged a year or two I see   and if the days keep falling down   how many now, well I’ve lost count   of all the people congratulating me   and all the places you rather would be.      oh, pariah   your travels are well-known   you swim across the lake, seldom alone   and if a country turns it back   on all its buildings, still intact   quietly, they'll turn around and see   and pariah, I know you belong to me      oh, pariah   please put down your gun   those folks across the street ain’t anyone   who’d ever wish no harm on us   no, they ain’t worth all that fuss   they’ll just go rest their heads like you and me   afraid of God   and drifting fast asleep      oh, pariah   falling from the trees   you race across the state, sometimes with me   and if a reel of tape can sound   of all these words I can’t pronounce   then you will know that you belong to me   and pariah, you will be nearly complete.   and pariah, you will be nearly complete.   and pariah, you will be nearly complete.