In the hand of God there's a cattle prod   That keeps shocking us along   'Til we're flung from roofs without parachutes   To fill the patches on his lawn      There's an iron gate where patrolmen wait   To keep the chosen people safe   From the infidels and their terror cells   Rebels blessed with God's good grace      There's a shining half jewel that's shattered glass   Hemmed in with barbed wire   You can skin your feet but you can't climb free   Oh hallelujah, hot and hard      All your fox-hole prayers full of fear you share   With a bored and distant son   While you held your will, killing time until   Answers came from anyone      You curse their Lord for all he ignored   In his flawed and vengeful plan   Cut yourself some slack against a deck so stacked   I mean come on now, you're just one man      Maybe after all when your conscience calls   You might threw the missing link   And all that white hot air you sprayed around out there   Might have led to more than you think      So when you breathe, breathe deep, breathe in greedily   Like you might never breathe again   Tell yourself the truth so all that work you do   Won't be worthless in the end