When the God of Love Returns There'll Be Hell To Pay

When the god of love returns There'll be hell to pay Though the world may be out of excuses I know just what I would say Let the seven trumpets sound As a locust sky grows dark But first let's take you on a quick tour of your creation's handiwork Barely got through the prisons and stores And the pale horse looks a little sick Says, "Jesus, you didn't leave a whole lot for me If this isn't hell already then tell me what the hell is?" And we say it's just human, human nature This is place is savage and unjust We crawled out of the darkness And endured your impatience We're more than willing to adjust And now you've got the gall to judge us The spider spins his web The tiger stalks his prey And we steal fire from the heavens to try to keep the night at bay Every monster has a code One that steadies the shaking hand And he's determined to accrue more capital by whatever means he can Oh, it's just human, human nature We've got these appetites to serve You must not know the first thing about human beings We're the earth's most soulful predator Try something less ambitious the next time you get bored Oh, my Lord We just want light in the dark Some warmth in the cold And to make something out of nothing sounds like someone else I know