Bread From Heaven (Gene Loves Jezebel)

From the depths the mutants crawling, Sprawling from the caves And from this land they call our father's A chorus begs for bread I heard it called a wilderness, This desert is man-made And the creatures mill around, bemused, Asking who's to blame If the powers that be Truly believe in an eye for an eye And if the punishment should fit the crime Then the gallows await Bread from Heaven Powerless, we are powerless The ants must climb this towering locust Bringing it to it's knees And we should crush this swollen insect And regain our dignity Yes, yes - flesh is carved with wraps and chain and on his flesh the calves of waste