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