The Faith Organ Desert people pray to their own dreams Then they make up a few stories to explain what it all means All the child sacrifice might strike me as odd But no one wants me to be their god Every bush on fire is really just a pyre for the dead Forget vengeance The sane ought to pray for rain instead The sane ought to pray for rain instead My friend lost his mind in the corn He walked into the sunset just as nude as he was born They found him singing folk songs to a couple bags of seed Now we all hope he gets the help he needs But it's hard to scare the crows when every field echoes with their call They know about the tomb of Montezuma in us all the tomb of Montezuma in us all It's curtains for the European pews They're turning every house of worship into a new venue 'Cause Christ didn't suffer six hours on the cross Just to see his home become a mosque On a table by the doorway there's a metal band from Norway selling merch Tapes and shirts that say "Odin rides again, fuck your church" "Odin rides again, fuck your church"