Won't somebody [bad word] up with something,
cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working,
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
while everyone is right here waiting.

Out in the cold,
like a bundle of coal,
little packets of darkness,
wanting to grow,

Well there's nobody home,
and there's a wreck in the yard,
and maybe [bad word] back,
if we wish really hard,
if we wish real hard now,

Won't somebody [bad word] up with something,
cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting,

waiting for peace,
at the end of our streets,
back behind our apartments,
in our passenger seats,

just a moment of bliss,
of it all of the ways,
but despair and oblivion,
of our precarious ways,
its ours to face now,

Won't somebody [bad word] up with something,
cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working,
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is still right here waiting,

now I know nothing lasts forever,
so we might as well wish for a God [bad word] fix,
of this toxic change in weather,

Won't somebody [bad word] up with something,
cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the others can barely stay in [bad word] 
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting

Won't somebody [bad word] up with something...