There’s pockets in my holes
Despite my queer disguise
Build it they will come, build it they will come
Oh, Miss Meri, don’t despair
I just hope all your trials weren’t in vain
We got ways to numb your pain

My whiskers they hung long
When your hunger weighs you down?
Is Jesus gonna pick you up
What good was living for?
I guess I am your native son
But I keep all I can call my own

We got ways to numb your pain
Mama, come and save me
When it weighs you down
Came back an empty man
The great suburban dawn, if you build it they will come
My whiskers they hung long
In the bags beneath my eyes, underneath my eyes

Oh, Miss Meri, don’t despair
And I been wondering just who misplaced my soul
Lord, they hung long
To all my so-called countrymen

Same old story, blood sweat glory
Same old story, blood sweat glory
And way out on the open plains, men pave beneath the sun
Who bless this stolen ground
Lord, they hung long, Lord, they hung long
Just hope all your trials weren’t in vain
Nothing’s sacred anymore

I went down an empty lane, searching for a song