Well we’ve all got a job to do, and we all hate God
But we’ve all got a job to do — we’re gonna do it together
We are born of despair, and we long for what’s fair
We’re gonna do what we can on the road to getting there
On our way to getting there
Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth
Alone in the home, out in the street
All that you’ve grown, choked in the weeds
But older than stone — that’s you and me We are born of despair, but we’re gonna do it together