Praise be to the sound of the robin in the tree and the worms in the ground Praise be To the sight of the weary old sun Who always gets it right Who always gets it done Praise be Praise be Oh cursed all the bullets that fly through the sky From the happy idiot who thinks he's gonna die With the ... And a blessing from on high Praise be But not to the ... Praise be Praise be to the smell of the ocean in my nose and the sharks in the sea yes the sharks in the sea Praise be For the blood from the babies that arrive for the babies that arrive for the beautiful mess for the beautiful pride Praise be Praise be Oh Cursed are the bullets that fly through the sky From the happy idiot who thinks that hes gonna die With the ...(providence of love?) And a blessing from on high Praise be But not to the ...(creeps)? Praise to everything But curse to the bullets that fly through the sky From the happy to the idiot And curse to all the kings that rule with their lies And the happy idiot that thinks that hes gonna die with the (...) of love And a blessing from on high Praise be But not the creeps Praise be Oh a oh Oh a oh