Jumpin' from the land of secrets 

Runnin’ thru the land of trust 

Never wanted to be a wise man 

I’ve got a story that ain’t no more 



When the world was just a poor thought 

And the sky was just a cloud 

I was there and I was lookin’ 

Where the world would have gone 



What the hell is gonna be... is this wrong? 

What the hell is gonna be... is this wrong? 



If a baby could pretend 

To be the king of this strange land 

Maybe on your sad scared face 

I’ll see grace... 



Times of troubles, times of bad tricks 

Women never goin’ to stop 

Procreating more great idiots 

While good men let go 



From the black earth evils and cowboys 

Start to come out proud and sing 

People on their sad velcro seats 

Think that’s just TV... 



What the hell is gonna be... is this wrong? 

What the hell is gonna be... is this wrong? 



If a baby could pretend 

To be the king of this strange land 

Maybe on your sad scared face 

I’ll see grace...