Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone   And it takes blood and guts and it takes devotion   And so tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath   And it's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap   And...      We got pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola   Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn   We got rules to protect you   Isaac and Ishmael   The magazine says it's okay   Life as a billboard      And if you are the answer   We are going straight to hell      Grown in a parental fugue   Weight loss in self respect   Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together   A new way into a lost answer      If you could talk a little less   And you could talk a little less   And you could talk a little less   And you could talk a little less