the small of your back the nape of your neck (the blizzard)

We're the stand-ins, we're the walkthroughs
 We're the understudies in the side views
 We will come to you then with our hat in our hands
 Can we get an amen?
 We're the bodies dumped in the forest
 We're the patients at the bottom of the donor list
 We know spite never sleeps, so we rinse and repeat
 But we never get clean
 We will scream out His name in the meadow
 Wander the woods like we're Hansel and Gretel
 'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting
 And by His design, He must know we're starving
 Don't curse, it don't work, you'll be cursed for cursing
 Don't hurt, it don't work, you'll be hurt from hurting
 'Cause now our credits are rolling, the bells they are tolling
 It's getting more colder, it's apropos how
 I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me
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 We're the sudden, we're the random
 Acts of what I could only call mayhem
 We're not willing to change, we're not willing to try
 We're the "good enough guys"
 When the ship comes in
 We're gonna be there waving the bastards in
 And when the votes get count, we'll be demanding the recount
 And when the checks will clear
 We're gonna be the pickpocket swatting at your rear
 To the small of your back, the nape of your neck marks appear
 'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting
 And by His design, He must know we're starving
 Of course it won't help, you won't help for helping
 Of course it won't work, we won't work for working
 'Cause now our bodies we torture with hands, with more suitors
 Forever we're kicked up the ass by the future
 I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me
 He's got the whole world in His hands
 He's got the whole world in His hands
 He's got the whole world in His hands
 He's got the whole wide world
 He's got the whole world in His hands
 He's got the whole world in His hands
 He's got the whole world in His hands
 He's got the whole wide world