I can see my hangnails
hanging in the sky
My elbow's up there with 'em
flying close by
And my knees,
if you please,
Are floating way
Above the trees
I've bid adieu to both my ears
But me, I am staying right here
'Cuz this Second Coming's second rate to me.

CHO:This rapture has been ruptured
The show is kinda of lame
If one of them scruffy angels asks,
Don't give him your right name.
The roundup's weak and boring
And I don't care for the company
Oh this Second Coming's second rate to me.