The Promised Land Lyrics

If patience is a virtue and hunger is a crime

No wonder there're so many people waiting all the time

Waiting for a victory and waiting for a cause

Waiting for the selfishness that comes with wild applause

To spend a life in search of is not valued anymore

You've got to find your destiny. You've got to pick a door

It's a deal you can't get out of. Ante up and play your hand

And know for sure, there is no cure, this is the Promised Land

From the statue of liberty, from sea to sea for you and me

The balloonathon bureaucracy and all the things that set you free

The strange repulsive people that are in such strong demand

Believe your eyes this ain't no prize, this is the Promised Land

From the bastions of our breadbox, to the creatures in our zoos

We are masters of our fate, and commanders of the news

And we scoff at many millions, who believe we're losing touch

While we shop around for hairspray and insist it's not a crutch

And by the time we get to Saturday our Sunday has retire

A seventh day of inspiration cannot be admired

Such times are left for saving souls that haven't learned to stand

Don't take a look. Just read the good book. This is the Promised Land

From the statue of liberty, from sea to sea for you and me

The balloonathon bureaucracy and all the things that set you free

The strange repulsive people that are in such strong demand

Believe your eyes this ain't no prize, this is the Promised Land

If patience is a virtue then we've got the time to wait

Getting ready for our judgement with our shoes so neatly laced

Painting old decrepit buildings and feeding all of our friends

Making peace with all of our enemies without means to all of our ends

So, don't be watching grass grow longer; don't be playing with the cat

Rehearse your closing arguments upon his welcome mat

So many things to justify, our bodies sleek and tanned

Don't make a mistake, just jump in the lake. This is the Promised Land

From the statue of liberty, from sea to sea for you and me

The balloonathon bureaucracy and all the things that set you free

The strange repulsive people that are in such strong demand

Believe your eyes this ain't no prize, this is the Promised Land