Blessed are the meek who will inherit naught but earth Their sweet submission does not question if that's all that they deserve Oh, and blessed are the merciful who will not strike in turn They pray for their own drops of mercy like it's something they can earn Oh, and it's all-knowing looks and tip-toed moves here in the lockstep dance Just you and me and plastic Jesus and the sacrificial lambs And when the bridges started burning, you didn't give a second glance I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance Blessed are the mourners who should grow a thicker skin I guess the howling of the hopeless sounds like sinners' broken hymns Yeah, it's another busy sabbath for the righteous and their kin Just lighting cigarettes off embers that are floating in the wind Oh, and it's all-knowing looks and tip-toed moves here in the lockstep dance Just you and me and plastic Jesus and the sacrificial lambs And when the bridges started burning, you didn't give a second glance I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance So if you're gonna pray for me, you better pray for my forgiveness For your work in this ugly business, and your phoney, flurished [?] smiles And if you're gonna kiss me, Judas, I don't wanna hear your reasons You got your 30 silver pieces, go find forgiveness you can buy Oh, and it's all-knowing looks and tip-toed moves here in the lockstep dance Just you and me and plastic Jesus and the sacrificial lamb And when the bridges started burning, you didn't give a second glance I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance