Desert Hymn

I heard that Jesus is coming back.
 He'll be a wonderful dancer.
 He'll set us all on a righteous path.
 Give us all of the answers.
 And when we are through with him,
 String him up from a tree.
 And maybe I'll spit on him...
 For setting me free.
 The longer I'm in this garden,
 The smarter I seem to get,
 There's something about that tree,
 That I wasn't supposed to forget.
 I just want to rule everything for myself.
 Because we're tired of paradise.
 And I'm itching for hell.
 We've been in the desert,
 For a near forty years.
 We're using our own children's hands,
 To dry off our tears.
 Oh, and the promise land, it's getting closer, I know...
 Oh, but the wilderness... Looks everyday more like home.