You're sitting out in the yard
In a blown out car
Drinking swirl from a Koozie
and you chew on the can
Is this the end of you man?
You said you're glad it's the end
Jesus is making a comeback
So you're calling it quits
Saying things that mean nothing
Like “it is what it is”
Or ”having said that”
Because why even bother?
When he's walking on water
But how can we be sure?
It's hard to see way out here from the shore
I don't know, but I don't think so
You're talking real cheap smack
that you can't take back
and runnin on plastic, because trust is elastic
So we poison the air
And we poison the culture
And we get all the police to go undercover
Responsibility, oh no
Oh what a liability
Because it's too much to take
And the data's erased
Is this really the end?
Are we too late?
I don't know, but I don't think so