Desert Hymn - Pomegranates

I heard that Jesus is coming back.

He’ll be a wonderful dancer.

He’ll set us all on a righteous path.

Give us all of the answers.

And when we are through with him,

String him up from a tree.

And maybe I’ll spit on him…

For setting me free.

The longer I’m in this garden,

The smarter I seem to get,

There’s something about that tree,

That I wasn’t supposed to forget.

I just want to rule everything for myself.

Because we’re tired of paradise.

And I’m itching for hell.

We’ve been in the desert,

For a near forty years.

We’re using our own children’s hands,

To dry off our tears.

Oh, and the promise land, it’s getting closer, I know…

Oh, but the wilderness… Looks everyday more like home.