The Small of Your Back the Nape of Your Neck (The Blizzard)

We're the stand-ins, we're the walkthroughs

We're the understudies in the side views

We will come to you then with our hat in our hands

Can we get an amen?

We're the bodies dumped in the forest

We're the patients at the bottom of the donor list

We know spite never sleeps, so we rinse and repeat

But we never get clean

We will scream out His name in the meadow

Wander the woods like we're Hansel and Gretel

'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting

And by His design, He must know we're starving

Don't curse, it don't work, you'll be cursed for cursing

Don't hurt, it don't work, you'll be hurt from hurting

'Cause now our credits are rolling, the bells they are tolling

It's getting more colder, it's apropos how

I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me

We're the sudden, we're the random

Acts of what I could only call mayhem

We're not willing to change, we're not willing to try

We're the "good enough guys"

When the ship comes in

We're gonna be there waving the bastards in

And when the votes get count, we'll be demanding the recount

And when the checks will clear

We're gonna be the pickpocket swatting at your rear

To the small of your back, the nape of your neck marks appear

'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting

And by His design, He must know we're starving

Of course it won't help, you won't help for helping

Of course it won't work, we won't work for working

'Cause now our bodies we torture with hands, with more suitors

Forever we're kicked up the ass by the future

I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me

He's got the whole world in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

He's got the whole wide world

He's got the whole world in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

He's got the whole wide world