Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Awake my father

Tell him you're dying

Abandoned by your white cells and your body

And he is sleeping still like a temple

Through the million scans and sticks of the needle

But I have made more friends in hell

Than I've made in Jesus' land

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Awake our parents

Tell them we're leaving

We're not evangelists with that kind of money

But I don't know if time is against us

But there's so many things that I want to begin

But I have made more friends in hell

Than I've made in Jesus' land

And I left my heart in the war

With the skyline state of the enemy

And it takes some to die for reform

But honey, we're not evangelists

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Awake, my children

Get dressed, we're leaving

There's a million ways to sing "Hallelujah"

And fill our days with armchair philosophies

And terrible things that happened to us

And I have made more friends in hell

Than I've made in Jesus' land

Hell, hell, hell, hell

Hell, hell, hell, hell

Hell, hell, hell, hell

Hell, hell, hell, hell

And I left my heart in the war

In the skyline state of the enemy

And it takes some to die for reform

But honey, we're not evangelists

And I left my heart in New York

With the skyline's standing ovation and

Yeah, it takes some to die for us all

But honey, we're not evangelists