I was born to make the planet quake and fear, dominate the land and the sea and the air, and to make the earth tremble-- to make it know who's boss, who's wearing the pants here and who is in the driver's seat of the car.
We were made to work and to wait for heaven. When our Lord comes, this rock upon which we're living will be eaten with fire and we won't even care to look back. Don't ask me why, child; it just goes down the drain and it's gone. Don't criticize, child, talking about the ways we've done it wrong. The Good Book says we'll carry on long after this worn out world is gone.
You come home asking me about topsoil. What other lies have they been telling you about in that school? and I don't understand it, why they have got to b*** the hand that feeds us.
Keep your eyes on the ground, child. Keep your nose out of trouble. Keep your mind on the skies, child, 'til the earth is reduced to rubble. And you'll be saved, yeah, but the unbelieving will be crushed. Isn't it fine, child, to have Daddy looking after us? Don't ask me why, child; it just goes down the drain and it's gone. Don't criticize me, talking 'bout the ways we've done it wrong. The Good Book says we'll carry on long after this worn out world is gone.
We were made to work and to wait for heaven. When our Lord comes, this rock upon which we're living will be eaten with fire and we won't even care to look back. Don't ask me why, child; it just goes down the drain and it's gone. Don't criticize, child, talking about the ways we've done it wrong. The Good Book says we'll carry on long after this worn out world is gone.
You come home asking me about topsoil. What other lies have they been telling you about in that school? and I don't understand it, why they have got to b*** the hand that feeds us.
Keep your eyes on the ground, child. Keep your nose out of trouble. Keep your mind on the skies, child, 'til the earth is reduced to rubble. And you'll be saved, yeah, but the unbelieving will be crushed. Isn't it fine, child, to have Daddy looking after us? Don't ask me why, child; it just goes down the drain and it's gone. Don't criticize me, talking 'bout the ways we've done it wrong. The Good Book says we'll carry on long after this worn out world is gone.