A new age is dawning On fewer than expected Business is usual" That's how the headline read Some shaky modern saviors Have now been resurrected In all this excitement You may have been misled People want a miracle They say "Oh Lord, can't you see us? We're tryin' to make a livin' down here And keep the children fed" But, from little dark motel rooms to "Six Flags Over Jesus" "How are the mighty fallen" So the Bible said You don't have to pray to a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might fear the reaper, you might fear the rod But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god The cowboy's name was "Jingo" And he knew that there was trouble So in a blaze of glory He rode out of the west No one was ever certain What it was that he was sayin' But they loved it when he told them They were better than the rest But you don't have to pray for a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might hate to system, hate the job But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god Throw down a rope from heaven And lead the flock to water The man in the middle would have you think That you have no other choice But to wander in the wilderness Of all the upturned faces If you stop and listen long enough You will hear your own small voice But you don't have to pray to a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might fear the reaper, fear the rod But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" You never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god A new age is dawning On fewer than expected Business is usual" That's how the headline read Some shaky modern saviors Have now been resurrected In all this excitement You may have been misled People want a miracle They say "Oh Lord, can't you see us? We're tryin' to make a livin' down here And keep the children fed" But, from little dark motel rooms to "Six Flags Over Jesus" "How are the mighty fallen" So the Bible said You don't have to pray to a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might fear the reaper, you might fear the rod But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god The cowboy's name was "Jingo" And he knew that there was trouble So in a blaze of glory He rode out of the west No one was ever certain What it was that he was sayin' But they loved it when he told them They were better than the rest But you don't have to pray for a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might hate to system, hate the job But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god Throw down a rope from heaven And lead the flock to water The man in the middle would have you think That you have no other choice But to wander in the wilderness Of all the upturned faces If you stop and listen long enough You will hear your own small voice But you don't have to pray to a little tin god Step out of the way for a little tin god You might fear the reaper, fear the rod But you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" No, you never have to get down on your knees You don't have to holler, "please, please" You never have to get down on your knees For a little tin god
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