Lyrics: Lael Neale
Music: Lael Neale
God said to man
"There's not much I'm asking
Take her hand into your hand
Keep on the green, green grass
And all good things will come to pass"
Man shook God's hands
Crossed his fingers at his back
Took the blueprint plans
And made a few adjustments
All good things will come to pass
We'll get a condominium
With a pool and gym
Make some sneakers
Sneak in slowly
Without Father even hearing
All good things will come to pass
We'll take the whole world in our hands
Make mistakes
Make amends
Make amusement parks
And prison yards
Salad bars
And shiny, shiny cars
And all good things will come to pass
There will be janitors and kings
Toll booth keepers and priests
The magic of machines will make everything easy
And all good things will come to pass
All good things will come to pass
But our feet only know pavement
And the ocean is a trash can
Our brothers, sisters hated
With our mother instituted and decaying
And all good things must come to pass
So we're going to our maker
With our heads hung and our tails in
Giving keys back to our father
Like some acne-prone teenagers
All good things will come to pass
All good things will come to pass
All good things will come to pass