Let's retire to our knees With our books as our gracious And kindly machines Of concern take our places Grow motorized trees Build robotic faces Who smile on command Who can mind their own business We'll hold human hands And rest human feet In the Chapelcross Towns Of the battle-scarred mornings Fake leaves rustling sounds Lay rattlesnake warnings From our homes underground You can still hear them moaning Don't cheat on your taxes But as for your spouses Dark secrets come out With comma or without When the tired young knees Of your father walked out To the lord I disbelieve But increase thou my doubt He sat down in the leaflessness A thousand more times I went back on my word But I won't go back this time Neither bondsman nor free But a newspaper salesmen Who moves about words (E.g. "death do us part") If our prayers are unheard Well, our prayers are unheard