It's the blind leading the blond 
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs 

If God will send his angels 
And if God will send a sign 
And if God will send his visions 
Would everything be alright 

God has got his phone off the hook, babe 
Would he even pick up if he could 
It's been a while since we saw that child 
Hanging 'round this neighborhood 
You see his mother dealing in a doorway 
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl 
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister 
The High Street never looked so low 

It's the blind, leading the blond 
It's the cops collecting for the cons 

If God will send his angels 
And if God will send a sign 
And if God will send his visions 
Where do we go 
Where do we go 

Jesus never let me down 
You know Jesus used to show me the score 
Then they put Jesus in show business 
Now it's hard to get in the door 

It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs 
But I guess it was something to go on 

So where is the hope and where is the faith 
And the love...what's that you say to me 
Does love...light up your Christmas Tree 
The next minute your blowing a fuse 
And the cartoon network turns into the news 

If God will send his angels 
I sure could use them here right now 
Well if God would send his angels 
Where do we go 

I don't need to lie 
I don't need to know 
And I don't want to promise 
And I don't want to lie 
I just want to feel the song