If I run uphill I'm out of breath 
If I spend all of my money I've got no money left 
If I place all of my chips on only one bet 
I'm all in 

And it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die 
So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights 
And it's not that I believe in your almight 
But I might as well as insurance or bail 

Cause institution's like a big bright lie 
And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight 
And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky 
It's just you and God 
But what if God's not there? 
But his name is on your dollar bill 
Which just became cab fare 

For the Evangelist, the Communist, the Lefts and the Rights 
And the hypocrites and the Jesuits and the blacks and the whites 
It's in the belly of the beast 
In the Atlanta streets 
Or up in Laurel Canyon 
The verge of Middle East 

Still they're dying on the dark continent 
It's been happening long enough to mention it 
Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again 
It's been 25 years 
Of spreading infection 
Somehow we're not affected 

So my mom, she brushes her hair 
And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan's beard 
And I share with my friends a couple of beers 
In the Orlando streets 
In the belly of the beast