The Promised Land
John T. Wurzer
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If patience is a virtue and hunger is a crime
No wonder there're so many people waiting all the time
Waiting for a victory and waiting for a cause
Waiting for the selfishness that comes with wild applause
To spend a life in search of is not valued anymore
You've got to find your destiny. You've got to pick a door
It's a deal you can't get out of. Ante up and play your hand
And know for sure, there is no cure, this is the Promised Land
From the statue of liberty, from sea to sea for you and me
The balloonathon bureaucracy and all the things that set you free
The strange repulsive people that are in such strong demand
Believe your eyes this ain't no prize, this is the Promised Land
From the bastions of our breadbox, to the creatures in our zoos
We are masters of our fate, and commanders of the news
And we scoff at many millions, who believe we're losing touch
While we shop around for hairspray and insist it's not a crutch
And by the time we get to Saturday our Sunday has retire
A seventh day of inspiration cannot be admired
Such times are left for saving souls that haven't learned to stand
Don't take a look. Just read the good book. This is the Promised Land
From the statue of liberty, from sea to sea for you and me
The balloonathon bureaucracy and all the things that set you free
The strange repulsive people that are in such strong demand
Believe your eyes this ain't no prize, this is the Promised Land
If patience is a virtue then we've got the time to wait
Getting ready for our judgement with our shoes so neatly laced
Painting old decrepit buildings and feeding all of our friends
Making peace with all of our enemies without means to all of our ends
So, don't be watching grass grow longer; don't be playing with the cat
Rehearse your closing arguments upon his welcome mat
So many things to justify, our bodies sleek and tanned
Don't make a mistake, just jump in the lake. This is the Promised Land
From the statue of liberty, from sea to sea for you and me
The balloonathon bureaucracy and all the things that set you free
The strange repulsive people that are in such strong demand
Believe your eyes this ain't no prize, this is the Promised Land