Warm air rises, but I'll stay cool. I'll lie low and watch you make yourself a fool.
You'll fly up high like a kite on a string... watch you look down on us and everything,
and I'll wonder why they all scream when you come around.

Kick the chair from under chad.
Dangling, he hangs from a thread like a tattered flag...

Hey, are you listenin'? You're no Jesus.

I've got a calling, yeah, I'm ordained. I'm gonna rid this place of every trace and stain.
Pay you no mind to the blood on my hands or to the cash behind the curtain's plans.
Trust I'm the man to brace and stand in the coming storm.

Kick the chair from under chad.
Dangling, he hangs from a thread like a tattered flag...

Hey, are you listenin'? You're no Jesus. You're not even Christian...

What goes around's coming around this time. I've got a bone I'd like to pick.
History can drown, difference abounds this time. I've got a hunch it's gonna stick.

Fairly pandered, gerrymandered me...

Hey! Are you listenin'? You're no Jesus. You're not even Christian and all your believers are stoned...