No New Jesus Lyrics - Singles - 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