The Dead Milkmen Follow

I searched behind the cushions found a $1.35
Every day I wonder how we manage to survive
In the kitchen flies are buzzin' like bees in a hive
World keeps turnin' doesn't care if we live or we die

Ain't no magic Jesus; wipe the tears from your eyes.
Ain't no magic Jesus gonna hold you when you cry
I do some shots and you'll drink some wine
And when it's all over we'll be buried in the sky

Ain't no host of angels gonna sing you off sleep
Ain't no magic shepherd gonna keep you like a sheep
You'll forge some checks and I'll tell some lies
And when it's all over we'll be buried in the sky

Stood in line at the ATM just to find the well was dry
I guess I'll never get my crumb of the American pie
And late at night when the car alarms stop, I can hear you sigh
Late at night when the car alarms stop it feels like the world has died

There ain't no guiding force behind the universe
And I think that if there was it would only make things worse
You'll fill out the forms and I'll stand in line
And when it's all over we'll be buried in the sky
Ain't no guardian angle gonna hover over you
Ain't no guardian angle gonna love you like I do
You'll get to wear a new dress and I'll get to wear a tie
'Cause when this life is l over we'll be buried in the sky