Jesus For The Jugular

What say You, Lord For the Olive boys down in the house of corrections As they try for love and any form of ascension? Am I on the right train headed in the wrong direction? What say You, Lord, what say You, Lord? Am I living wrong? Do You see a long road with no one on it And the right of men that you learnt only to forget? You see my sad wife and my high margin of profit But You don't care at all, You don't care at all What say You, Lord Now that they're breeding all our animals insane And the remedy is growing harder to obtain? There's a white horse running wild through the switch cane I can hear him now and I feel him 'Til kingdom come Caught in this frenzy of elimination Such an irreparable disintegration My body's twitching with a ready expectation For kingdom come, my kingdom come What say You, Lord? Why is the truth of this so hard to unveil Though it's true I never knew what this would entail? From the hands of Christ to the heads of the Daily Mail I'll see you all and I'll raise you Now what say you, all? I wonder when the light is brought up for sale With the weight of love and the grace of the Baleen Whale Will the severed heads of state be at all curtailed? Will they be here at all, will they be dead and gone? What say You, Lord Of the serpent-taled, forbidden fish of the harbors And the ready men, defiant drinkers and charmers? All lost and summoning the face of their fathers Can You see them now? I can see 'em What say you, all? Do I believe it if I do not want it? Do I lie alone and keeps my cold hands off it? Honey, it ain't hard to loose your grip in the midst of all of this But it ain't far to fall, it's not far at all