Well their brains were quite large for their bodies
And it lulled them into thinking they weren’t dumb
They did guns extreme sports special hobbies
And cool tricks with their fingers and thumbs
And they thought they would be guaranteed delivered
To some guy in roman sandals and a beard
So they bought and they fought and they twittered
By 2153 they’d disappeared

Oh they waited for their god in vain
They waited for their god in vain
In the last big play of the final game
They waited for their god in vain

Well they went for the literal translation
Of every text and symbol, sacred work and screed
They obsessed over minor variations
Misconstrued the truth to justify their deeds
And they thought that all the others were afflicted
And those who knew the secret handshake would be saved
And they thought in the end they’d all be lifted
Now they’re lying in the beds that they made

They waited for their god in vain
They waited for their god in vain
Standin with their luggage waiting for the transport plane
They waited for their god in vain

When they called out for their god each one used a different name
They waited for their god in vain

This is all we can conclude from what’s left of their remains…
They waited for their god in vain