have to pray to a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get
Step out of the way for a
You might hate the system, hate the job
But you never have to get
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get
And lead the flock to water
That you have no other choice
But to wander in the wilderness
Of all the upturned faces
If you stop and listen long enough
You will hear your own small voice
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get
You don't have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get
Never have to holler, please, please
You never have to get down on your knees
You never have to holler,