[ Featuring John Leventhal ]
Now let's say the sinner's mass
And speak the words out loud
Now we hold our sister's hand
But not when guns and spirits prowl
Only in our dreams we had
Faith in bigger lives and plans
We put away those broken vows
To crawl into the promised land
And don't it feel like home
Don't it feel like we belong
You gotta lift your head and raise your hand
And crawl into the promised land
Fifty years away from here
Sixty, if I run
Deliver me from tweets and lies
And purify me in the sun
The old man surely must have known
To kick the lights and make his stand
Would give us strength back from the brink
To crawl into the promised land
And don't it feel like home
Don't it feel like we belong
You gotta lift your head and raise your hand
And crawl into the promised land
The night is long, but no one sleeps
The grifters make us pay
Torches burn and mothers weep
Deliver us from judgment day
And don't it feel like home
Don't it feel like we belong
You gotta lift your head and raise your hand
And crawl into the promised land
Don't it feel like home
Don't it feel like we belong
You gotta lift your head and raise your hand
And crawl into the promised land
