Minutes To Midnight

Everybody say God is a good man Ah, clock on the world Driving a dump truck up to the sun A sigh in the human heart I look at the clock on the wall It says three minutes to midnight Faith is blind when we're so near Phar Lap floating in a jar Seas full of submarines, A.W.A.C.'s like flies Truth gets harder to define Talking in tongues But the dancer's hand grips the rail And fingers will blister on the 88's Hope drains out the side of the page But ears can't hear What eyes don't see And you can't see me Everybody say God is a good man Everybody say 1,2,3 Set up those gunsights in H.G.Wells' backyard I.C.B.M.'s, S.S.20's, they lie so dormant, they got so many Remember your childhood Remember your journey Hope is what you say and do But ears can't hear What eyes don't see And you can't see me But ears can't hear What eyes don't see But ears can't hear What those eyes don't see And you can't see me