What gets me to the bone is people on the phone
No looking in the eye no tears when we cry
No angels left to sing no joy left to bring
There will be witches flying brooms and monsters in the room
God is gone
Tempers flying high someones bound to die
Black roses the line is long sad people sad song
The Tin Man has no heart a lions torn apart
Dottie's black and blue no one tells the truth
God is gone
The devil he is lurking since God's gone away
There's vultures in the in the desert and Im afraid its too late
It's the sign of the times we've made some terrible mistakes
The whole world is burning have we forgotten how to pray
Well I've been calling on the phone
God left a message said he ain't home
But he'll be coming back today
We better sit down and learn to pray
There'll be no angels left to sing no joy left to bring
Witches riding brooms and monsters in the room