Glory Be

There's no one there in a golden chair
Smiling in benevolence at us down where
Everything's gone wrong, for the price of a song
You can buy a gun and make yourself feel strong.

And the train rolls on, the driver's gone
Scrambled out the window when he saw we're done for
Now there's no control, and on we roll
Crashing down the hill although we somehow still believe

There's no nice man, no master plan
Filled with hidden meaning no one understands
'Cause he's lost his place, he's lost this race
And all we want is money in or blood red hands

So the train rolls on, the driver's gone
Trying to save his skin from all the shit we're in
Now there's no control and on we roll
Crashing down the hill although we somehow still believe

What on earth is this supposed to be?
Who created this catastrophe?
You ask for faith from people, then you give us this
Reality
Glory be



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Winchester
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