Took a ride all the way to the bricks
On the sacred vehicle
Saw the clergy doing sleight of hand tricks

And it all seemed believable
God spoke and the funny thing is
He said the mantle you were wearing wasn't his

Now i'm smoking in the last vestibule
Oh no, i've been taking the counsel of fools


Pick your classics
Just keep your healing hands off of mine
It's getting pretty drastic

Down here in the man made end-times

Took a ride all the way to the old walls

With some pretty good historians
Tried to chant down babylon there
But it got a bit gregorian


Took a look at the world we had made
Where the wizard lives just beyond the shade

God spoke and she said it wasn't her
Oh no - who's the impostor?


Pick your classics
Just keep your praying hands off of mine
The truth is pretty plastic

Down here in the miracle mine

Ahhhhh keep your hands off mine

Pick your classics keep your hands off mine