Get your hands off the children they're fighting for air   Dig a grave and mourn about your culture instead   The world's had it's hand on the fire for years   While you judge and damn to hell   Without an eager ear   Social cancer! Man-made heathen! Queer!   There's a holy train coming and it's leaving you here   Well, buckle up. Go! We couldn't make up our minds   Remember to leave anything earthly behind   We'll make our way to the other side   There's a Holy Train coming and it's leaving you here   I'd rather be late than waiting   To see a liberated third world nation   Young man you're a fool   Look where your impudence has lead you   Don't expect forgiveness too soon   We chase our own tails for truth   Trying to keep our precious egos in use   We've lost our minds along the way