On the dance floor
On the dance floor
Somebody's blown by the wind
In a car chase
In a car chase
Somebody's going to win
In the jungle
In the jungle
Somebody's singing a hymn
In the temple
In the temple
Somebody's ready to sin
And the slave of the rich man beats his wife
As the poet of darkness falls on his own knife
And somebody's saying stop looking for your life
For whoever finds it will surely lose it
But we are so respectable
Civilization has conquered our minds
Waiting in line for the end of the world
Fools with too much time
On my doorstep
On my doorstep
Somebody's looking for a score
In the courthouse
In the courthouse
Somebody's pissing on the poor
On the radio
On the radio
Someone will not give up the floor
On the internet
On the internet
Somebody's privatized the war
And the children in the classroom learn to not think twice
As the church on the hill is crucifying Christ
And the ones that he loves most are now paying the price
They've been done unto by all the others
But we can't be responsible
Like any good actors we've learned our lines
Waiting for someone to tell us we're right
Fools with too much time
Fools with too much time
On a jet plane
On a jet plane
Somebody's scared to look down
In Africa
In Africa
Somebody's nailed to the ground
In the holy land
In the holy land
Someone believes he will be found
In America
In America
Nobody's making a sound
There's a rumor going round that all the rumors are true
And the political tabloids are tangled up in blue
Big Brother's only watching, the rest is up to you
For man cannot live on bread alone
But we are much too practical
So it goes is our favorite way to die
Waiting for heaven but settling for church
Fools with too much time
