The Small of Your Back the Nape of Your Neck - The Blizzard

We're the stand-ins, we're the walkthroughs We're the understudies in the side views We will come to you then with our hat in our hands Can we get an amen? We're the bodies dumped in the forest We're the patients at the bottom of the donor list We know spite never sleeps, so we rinse and repeat But we never get clean We will scream out His name in the meadow Wander the woods like we're Hansel and Gretel 'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting And by His design, He must know we're starving Don't curse, it don't work, you'll be cursed for cursing Don't hurt, it don't work, you'll be hurt from hurting 'Cause now our credits are rolling, the bells they are tolling It's getting more colder, it's apropos how I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me We're the sudden, we're the random Acts of what I could only call mayhem We're not willing to change, we're not willing to try We're the "good enough guys" When the ship comes in We're gonna be there waving the bastards in And when the votes get count, we'll be demanding the recount And when the checks will clear We're gonna be the pickpocket swatting at your rear To the small of your back, the nape of your neck marks appear 'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting And by His design, He must know we're starving Of course it won't help, you won't help for helping Of course it won't work, we won't work for working 'Cause now our bodies we torture with hands, with more suitors Forever we're kicked up the ass by the future I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole wide world He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole world in His hands He's got the whole wide world