Dust and mud comin' thru my pores.
Can't find God in the department stores
so I hit the road with a shovel and a song,
see if I can dig it up before I'm gone
Dig it up...keep on movin'
Here comes Jesus comin' down to free us.
Hear poor wall street, crashin at His feet.
Here comes Jesus comin' down to free us.
Hear poor wall street, crashin at His feet.
Dig it up...walk on
can only take fence sittin for so long
circulation loss says my heart was wrong
I once was lost, but now I'm found
and everything meaningful is underground
So dig it up...
big shiny advertisements all around my eyes
can't wait to see my Lord tear a hole in the skies
all their wealthy gods promised me freedom
but a middle-eastern hobo is the one who made it come.
dig it up...
their tall, glass, towers giving the finger to God
makes Him think it's time to pull out that punishing rod
destruction or deliverance, how's it gonna end?
sometimes you gotta knock it down, so it can be born again