High above the heavens high
The questions why
The pie in the sky
There’s a man
Who has a plan
For all of us
Yes, you and I
But what of those poor lost souls
How can we teach them some values and goals?
The wretched and the meek
Have no need to speak
They inherit the earth
‘ Cause they’re buried there first
They’re selling cars
And trips to mars
And oceans of liquor in bars
And ole JC
Holds the key
To everything
He knows who you are
So what of those left behind?
You’ll be raptured right up through that hole in the sky
They’ve been digging it for years
With murder and fear
An empty hollow rage
To rattle your cage
Gone in the wake of a well played hand
Forgive them lord
They don’t know they just can’t understand
But I tell you you’ve been had
I know you seem glad
But ignorance is bliss
And a tightly clenched fist

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