"Waco" lyrics - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

Where the dry dust turns the sunset pink
Where all summer long it's so hot that you can't think straight
Where we pumped water from a well by hand
Half a world away from the old promised land
We understand we've been given
A new covenant - a real sharp one
And we spend our days and nights
Gaining new appreciation of its finer points

And waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves
Waiting for Jesus to come along and save us and
Biding our time
Biding our time
Biding our time as best we know how

Where the Texas doughboys used to play
Before the wind blew everything away
Where we came to get away from our friends
Where we'd tell each other jokes waiting for the world to end
We know our jokes are funny
But in all the wrong ways
And for all the wrong reasons
And we watch old George Romero movies
And relish the short time left

Yeah, waiting for the dead to rise up from their graves
Waiting for Jesus to come along and save us. yes, and
Biding our time
Biding our time
Biding our time as best we know how