We here in the broken nation are tired and burised
We have been left here alone with nothing
We have been abandoned
We are like vomit in the street outside of a seedy bar
We have been relegated to the bottom of the barrel
And all our senses of understanding and love seem gone forever
In order to survive here, we have to become like animals...
And we have to fore go all sense of civility and understanding
How is it possible that a nun can fly?
How is it possible that she falls out of a plane and lands unscathed?
But who are we... who are we to scoff at such things?
Who are we to doubt such miracles?
Alas, we are but tramps inthe gutter
Here in the broken nation
But a little faith can take us a long, long way