Finally fell asleep on the plane
We see the problem and the risk
Christians, we mourn, the thorn is stuck
Na, na, na, na . . .
Let me pause to clarify
(from "The Anatomy of the Tongue In Cheek")
down in flames
Written by: Matthew Thiessen, (c)2001 Gotee Music (BMI)-Admin. by EMI-CMP
Christians, we're all afraid of fire
We prefer to suck on pacifiers
Baby pacifists, we're throwing fits
We don't shake hands, we shake our fists
We're cannibals, we watch our brothers fall
We eat our own, the bones and all
To wake to see we're goin' down in flames
Down in flames
We're goin' down, down, down in flames
We're gonna drown, drown, drown insane
But nothing's wrong, we just say,
"Tisk, tisk, tisk" and "Shame, shame, shame"
Finally fell asleep on the plane
To wake to see we're goin' down in flames
In the side of the body, watch it self-destruct
The enemy is much ignored
When we fight this Christian civil war
We're cannibals, we watch our brothers fall
We eat our own, the bones and all
Finally fell asleep on the plane
To wake to see we're goin' down in flames
Because I'm sure you're asking, "why?"
I stand before you and proudly claim
To belong to what this song complains
I'm part of the problem I confess
But I got to get this off my chest
Let's extinguish the angush for which we're to blame
And save the world from going down in flames