Ben Folds' Jesusland

Take a walk.
Out the gate you go and never stop,
Past dollar stores and workshops,
A quarter in a cup for every block,
And watch the buildings drop
Smaller as you go
Down the tracks.
Beautiful McMansions on a hill
That over look a highway
With river boat casinos,
And you still have yet to see a soul.
Jesusland

Town to town,
Broadcast to each house
They drop your name,
But no one knows your face.
Billboards quoting things you’d never say,
You hang your head
And pray for
Jesusland

Miles and miles,
And the sun’s going down.
Pulses flow from their homes.
You’re not alone;
Lights come on,
As you lay your weary head on their lawn.
Parking lots,
Cracked and growing grass,
You see it all, from offices to farms,
Crosses flying high above the malls
Along the walk through
Jesusland