Waiting on the Lord

The Lord of the savages made himself a pact

He was always right, and no one could talk back

Made up all the rules, wrote 'em down on paper

Formed himself an army to make all the people safer

But the people could not read the rules 'cause nobody can read

The people wanted pleasure, so all they did was breed

People just want to be good, all the savages need is food

And a roof over their head, they get confusion instead

And when savages get bored

They get tired of waiting for the Lord

The Lord of the savages built himself a castle

Looked out of the window, wondered what was all the hassle

Everyone's complaining, today I'm feeling fine

I'll make everything fine, or I'll give all the people wine

And the people, they got drunk, and the problem with the drink

They make some people violent, makes other people think

And the savages divided, one thing had been decided

Things were not quite fair, left to wallow in despair

And when people, they get bored

They get tired of waiting for the Lord

The Lord of the savages said there should be peace

Couldn't control the people, so he brought in the police

This is all they needed, someone else to hate them

They burned the castle down, and they called the Lord a traitor

Fixing Molotov cocktails, and burning down the street

Running screaming everywhere, chasing out the heat

They were singing in the attic, outside the sideshow

Swimming in the static on my radio

They were kicking down the doors, and ripping out the floors

Blood was dripping from their pores, like a tinderbox on fire

One day he will stand trial, he's the Lord of denial

When denial shuts its door, it gets tired of waiting for the Lord