I was born in to the promised land
Before me came God-fearing men, I grew into a righteous man
I gave my life to the sacrificial lamb
But the fox swept in and placed this heart within the lion’s hands
And the flow of the river in which I swam
was controlled by the beasts (controlled by the beasts)
we set securely upon the sand
The puritan’s gold we dipped them in
it’s begun to flake, begun to rust,
to reveal the true colors of their skin

But the trees, but the trees,
they are bending at the knees
And the beasts, and the beasts
they just feast and feast and feast
(O’ God they feast)

A man in rags told me of drought
in the land I love, the land of plenty
where no one goes without
With great persuasion I replied,
"Sweet Jesus will descend through the hole we made for him in the sky"

But the trees, but the trees
they are bending at the knees
And the beasts, and the beasts
they just feast and feast and feast
But I need, but I need
I need to be released
This can’t be, this can’t be
your great vision of peace

And I can sip from your streams
I can sit beneath your trees
But I will be alone...
when I find shelter I am home