Friends If the lord ever comes Descending from the skies in some fiery fashion As so many say he will You will not see me Going joyously to greet him expecting my deliverance But running for the hills For if such a day should come to pass This is no God come to save the human race But a big boat, like the ones our forefathers sailed Having made it across the great ocean to our shores From outer space And friends When that boat finally comes Ascending from the depths of our imagination To appear within our sight We'll be born again As we've been so many times all throughout the ages When we find that we're not right And with darkness lifted from our eyes Then we'll find what should come as no surprise We're on a big boat like the ones our forefathers sailed Headed across the great ocean from our shores To outer space