We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens penniless   And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed   We don't know what we're doing here but Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interests   I've never been any good at following those rules, they taught in Sunday school      They keep you locked up till the time is right   Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith   they keep your mind and body occupied   Maybe I'd fair better as a saint      I am pleased to accept your application for my review    And I'll arrange for a proper orientation if you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here    I don't expect you to show up qualified and fearless   Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be?    Cause now is your chance to leave      They keep you locked up till the time is right   Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith   they keep your mind and body occupied   Maybe I'd fair better as a saint      And on that day, they'll hang the mason, who laid the stones for the wells we wish in   And on that day, they'll give a sermon   My ears do their best to listen