At the Presbyterian Picnic The donation plate was full of cashews And the minister's wife got the scare of her life When the hamburger flipper said he used to be a Jew And a man from the mission was passing a petition Asking for permission to review the schools Jane and Mohammed where trying not to vomit After finishing a bottle of perfume and booze
And across the bridge was a satellite dish Broadcasting all the sermons live Can you imagine what this gathering would be like Without a Lord to lead you Without His big farm to feed you No message no God no guide
The cross was hung from a popular The one right beside the old lover's tree And the oldest inscription was from '69 saying The way things are going they're gonna crucify me And a baby in a turban being suckled with bourbon Got his hands on a mounty's new gun But it didn't really matter the flock had all scattered A Muslim made a bid for the playground at one
And across the bridge were two kids in a ditch Making love for the first time it was a bit of a joke The whole thing had been cleared with their folks They had a Lord to lead them This big farm there to feed them That message that God that guide
And they all sang Oh no oh no no no I don't wanna die
At the Presbyterian picnic The portrait was shot on the merry go round But the Fisherman, the Seek and the born again freak Had a bit of trouble keeping their lips on the ground Desmond and Deloris were leading in the chorus Of When the Saints Go Marching In No the garbage was rejected it never got collected Cause there's no place up in heaven you can trade your bottles in
And across the bridge was a boy with one wish Trying hard not to waste it He looked up to that light and he closed his eyes tight I just want that Lord to lead me His great big farm there to feed me That message that God that guide I just want that Lord to lead me His great big farm there to feed me That message that God that guide