The Man in the Arcade

A handsome, cussing man
Preaching in a pickup bed
Defending what he can control
He speaks of providence
Says, 'it's just common sense
But God don't waste no time on a fool

Now I'm a patriot
But America don't got
Nothing that Jesus Christ couldn't have sold
The letter of the land
Didn't come from His own hand
So don't you dare pretend that it's gold, that it's gold

"Madam, will you please
Read my palm to me? Tell me what it says of my soul
The Mount of Apollo
The leaves and horoscopes
All say, God don't waste no time on a fool

And your love will turn to pain
When you're waiting out in the rain
For a minute of the sun to stain your bones
Cuz love don't give a damn
About the avaricious man
It'll hide it's face and leave him with all he owns, all he owns

If life's an hourglass
Just time we have to pass
Then the scores of sand possess all we do
But the man in the arcade
He's pullin' down the shade
He's playing a new game called Me and You

He pulls the plunger back
Lets the steel ball wreck
Every lonely, hammered pin in its path

Life ain't no hourglass
It's a captive ball in back
That the player just can't get to turn loose
And if he tilts the box too steep
The strobing lights will cease
'Cuz God don't waste no time on a fool, on a fool