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