I shake my fist Towards the skies Big surprise No one replies All these new Gods They really got me down Grinning beneath Plastic crowns Sermons held by Crooked men with truth problems Guide electric sheep Through digital glens The shackles clang Making that same old sound And the only way out is Through the dirt in the ground Please just let me sleep Nothing good will come of this Please just let me sleep Nothing good will come of this Plowing along At a staggering pace No one quite remembers How we fell from grace Radio towers Keep blaring static mistakes On goes the gospel Of the United Snakes Please just let me sleep Nothing good will come of this Please just let me sleep Nothing good will come of this Please just let me sleep Please just let me sleep Nothing good