Jumpin' from the land of secrets
Runnin' thru the land of trust
Never wanted to be a wise man
I've got a story that ain't no more
When the world was just a poor thought
And the sky was just a cloud
I was there and I was lookin'
Where the world would have gone
What the hell is gonna be is this wrong?
What the hell is gonna be is this wrong?
If a baby could pretend
To be the king of this strange land
Maybe on your sad scared face
I'll see grace
Times of troubles, times of bad tricks
Women never goin' to stop
Procreating more great idiots
While good men let go
From the black earth evils and cowboys
Start to come out proud and sing
People on their sad velcro seats
Think that's just TV
What the hell is gonna be is this wrong?
What the hell is gonna be is this wrong?
If a baby could pretend
To be the king of this strange land
Maybe on your sad scared face
I'll see grace