Jesus ain't coming back
Skyward, the clouds roll right on by
Ain't no Rapture ever coming--
Ain't no mansions in the sky
Too late to make the women chattel
Too late to make them cry
Too late to pick the harvest
Too late to wonder why
Oh, America, my sweet pretender
Oh, America, you jolly elf
Let despair roll out like thunder
Get your ass back on the shelf
The best the bad boys have to offer
In the land of smirks and tears
Maybe you can one day wander
Maybe one day disappear
And there is no joy in Mudville
No reveries in hell
It was all a game of Monte
Flip three cards and ring a bell
Oh, America, my sweet pretender
Oh, America, you jolly elf
Let despair roll out like thunder
Get your ass back on the shelf
Defending lies and chatter
Demand the wheel of time to stop
Is it really any wonder
we all do the bunny hop?
Pull back the cameras
Look behind the darkened doors
There were just some broken treasures
Little Children cry for more
Oh, America, my sweet pretender
Oh, America, you jolly elf
Let despair roll out like thunder
Get your ass back on the shelf
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