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A new age is dawning on fewer than expected
Business is usual that's how the headline read
Some shaky modern saviors have now been resurrected
In all this excitement, girl you may have been misled

People want a miracle they say, "Oh Lord, can't you see us?
We're tryin' to make a livin' down here, keep the children fed"
But from little dark motel rooms to six flags over Jesus
"How are the mighty fallen down" so the Bible said

But you don't have to pray to a little Tin God
Step out of the way for a little Tin God
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little Tin God

The cowboy's name was Jingo and he heard that there was trouble
So in a blaze of glory he rode out of the west
No one was ever certain what it was that he was sayin'
But they loved it when he told them they were better than the rest

But you don't have to pray to a little Tin God
Step out of the way for a little Tin God
You might hate the system, hate the job
But you never have to get down on your knees
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little Tin God

World of appearances
World of appearances

Throw down a rope from heaven and lead the flock to water
The man in the middle would have you think that you have no other choice
But to wander in the wilderness of all the upturned faces
If you stop and listen long enough you will hear your own small voice

But you don't have to pray to a little Tin God
Step out of the way for a little Tin God
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You don't have to holler, please, please

No, you never have to get down on your knees
You never have to holler, please, please
Never have to get down on your knees
Never have to holler please, please
Never have to get down on your knees
For a little Tin God
Little Tin God