Thanks to Roberta Cullen, who baby-sat so I could have some writing time.

I walk into the room, it's decked out like a tomb
Strange priests were sitting round, strange people on the ground

Chorus, repeat after every verse:
God told me I could come, he told me I could come
There is nothing I can do, that I need to prove to you
You've got to move some

I find my way at last, I echo in the past
I shy and drift away, come back again to stay

It's a very special party, with Tom and Dick and Marty
Where the special people meet, with their coke and little feet

Here we come in twos and threes, on our feet and on our knees
Saying thanks and pretty please, past the snipers in the trees
With our reading and our math, looking for the flowered path

We come popping happily, we come singing harmony
But we lose it in the teeth, of the lying thief
And we lose it in the hope, of the hangman's rope
And we lose it in the eye, of the one who said goodbye

We come popping happily, we come singing harmony
And we find it in the way we rise up again today
And we find it in the calm that with not obey the bomb
And we find it in the love, that death can't shove
From the face of one you know, while the rivers overflow
And the seagulls burn, and the oceans churn

And when the time has come to choose
There will be no king of the Jews
There will be no prince of men
Only me and us and them
When the season frays, and the seas part ways
Best to loose your hold, on fool's gold
Best to rise from your knees,
And to stand up with the trees