If I run uphill I'm out of breath   If I spend all of my money I've got no money left   If I place all of my chips on only one bet   I'm all in      And it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die   So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights   And it's not that I believe in your almight   But I might as well as insurance or bail      Cause institution's like a big bright lie   And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight   And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky   It's just you and God   But what if God's not there?   But his name is on your dollar bill   Which just became cab fare      For the Evangelist, the Communist, the Lefts and the Rights   And the hypocrites and the Jesuits and the blacks and the whites   It's in the belly of the beast   In the Atlanta streets   Or up in Laurel Canyon   The verge of Middle East      Still they're dying on the dark continent   It's been happening long enough to mention it   Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again   It's been 25 years   Of spreading infection   Somehow we're not affected      So my mom, she brushes her hair   And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan's beard   And I share with my friends a couple of beers   In the Orlando streets