Let the choirs of man sing "Woe to those at ease, who search for comfort in luxury" "Woe to those at ease, who are satisfied by the simple things" Christ, is this the message that you wanted to send? Can you explain what you meant when you said "The Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head" God, I want to stay at home. I'd like to bury my father and grow old I don't belong on the road, but in this small-town subculture Where we pretend everything is done In your name... in Your precious, holy name We say we've tasted and seen, but You've caught us slumbering God, let me stay asleep Don't wake me as long as the devil breathes Aren't you concerned for my safety? (Stay asleep, stay asleep, stay asleep...) Woe to those at ease, who trust a life of complacency Woe to those at ease. We are sanctified by suffering As the choirs in hell sing, "Woe to those at ease"