Hang the Mason

We arrived at the sullen gates of heathens penniless
 And we revised our laundry list of reasons to feel distressed
 We don't know what we're doing here but Heaven seemed all to exclusive for my interests
 I've never been any good at following those rules, they taught in Sunday school
 They keep you locked up till the time is right
 Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
 they keep your mind and body occupied
 Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
 I am pleased to accept your application for my review
 And I'll arrange for a proper orientation if you have a clue as to what it is we're doing here
 I don't expect you to show up qualified and fearless
 Blow a kiss or throw a fist, whats it gonna be?
 Cause now is your chance to leave
 They keep you locked up till the time is right
 Maybe I'm just jealous of your faith
 they keep your mind and body occupied
 Maybe I'd fair better as a saint
 And on that day, they'll hang the mason, who laid the stones for the wells we wish in
 And on that day, they'll give a sermon
 My ears do their best to listen