I know I'm no better than the Avarage Joe who's mowing my lawn But at least I wanna try to pull away the chair of the center mights I guess I'm just afraid of the things we're about to do To my children who haven't yet been born And who probably won't be Probably won't be at all Jesus is dead my friends Could you understand what I mean if you tried The wheels are turning on the industrial train of men The systems follows me though it should be the other way If everyone went blind, and really start to listen - will we die?