No New Jesus - Living Things

I live knowing that we’re slaves to be sold

And my paranoia is a joke, so I’m told

And where’s the new Jesus?

Well, he’s off praising the Lord

The Yankee clinches the commie with his tight umbilical cord

And they train you to never, ever grow old

So wake up and uncuff your hands

Now wake up, your future has been planned

To play God you must round up your lambs

Now wake up and uncuff your hands

Wake up

All those people will grow gold in their gut

Patronizing weasels, they don’t like themselves that much

And this can’t last forever, 'cause it’s killing us all

I lost an angel while I was digging in her dust

And they train you to never, ever grow old

So wake up and uncuff your hands

Now wake up, your future has been planned

To play God you must round up your lambs

Now wake up and uncuff your hands

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

And they train you to never, ever grow old

So wake up and uncuff your hands

Now wake up, your future has been planned

To play God you must round up your lambs

Now wake up and uncuff your hands

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up