Words of hope aren’t likely to float
Words of scorn aren’t likely to rise
Words of change go up in flames
right in front of our eyes
Right in front of our eyes
Choir songs come out all wrong
For who as the savior dies
And protest songs half sing along
While the other half sits and cries
While the other half sits and cries
God you’re an idiot, man
God you’re an idiot, man
Bailing out a boat with a strainer
It’s just a no brainer
Might not belong on dry land
God you’re an idiot, man
Wrapped in the tale of the silly and frail
The child doesn’t know the old lies
And god can’t tell if we’re going to hell
But god knows the devil plays nice
God knows the devil plays nice
Time is money and money is power
And power corrupts what it buys
Pulling the petals off love’s fragile flower
Sitting underneath falling skies
Sitting underneath fallen skies
God you’re an idiot, man
God you’re an idiot, man
Bailing out a boat with a strainer
It’s just a no brainer
Might not belong on dry land
God you’re an idiot, man
When do we strike
Who do we kill
What if justice just covers her eyes
What if she might
Does that make it right
What if she’s just one of the guys
What if she’s just one of the guys
When walking today
And the folks on the way
Hate thinking that we aren’t wise
As we fall on our swords
for the Darwin awards
And our only question is how many tries
Our only question is how many tries
God you’re an idiot, man
God you’re an idiot, man
Bailing out a boat with a strainer
It’s just a no brainer
Might not belong on dry land
God you’re an idiot, man