Armies of the Lord

Trying to pantomime surprise
After we buried you at sunrise
With nothing you'd predicted coming true
Just doing what we'd promised we would do
Not ready anymore
Late for the war

Who would prepare for peace, take up the sword
Waiting for the armies of the Lord

Even if we found the world again
Haircuts and clean clothes, and what then
Sew ourselves clean back into the fold?
Remember til we don't, and then grow old?
Not ready to go that way
What would our old friend say?

Who goes without will find some great reward
Waiting for the armies of the Lord

And even if they never come
Stay here by the fire
Listening for the drum

In the world but not of it any more
Starving to death down by the shore
Prehistoric insects trapped in ice
Letting the hunger claim its price
Sixteen to three now down to two
Soon it'll just be you

Raise the flag and cut the cord
All aboard that's going aboard
Waiting for the armies of the Lord