Dept. of False Hope lyrics

Welcome my son, to where the work is never done

And the hungry are seldom ever fed

The department of false hope, is proving ground for dopes

And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna)

So hold your head up high, forgotten man

Tomorrow won't be made for you

And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand

For God and man, there's nothing more to do

It crackled on the radio, through bright plumes of the sun

The announcer said the age of faith was dead

Though the adolescent nation was just looking for salvation

The beast of reason reared its ugly head (Hosanna)

So hold your head up high, forgotten man

Tomorrow won't be made for you

And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand

For God and man, there's nothing more to do

From your cradle of destruction

With the poorest of instruction

And the merest sliver of a tune

Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through

So hold your head up high, forgotten man

Tomorrow won't be made for you

And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand

For God and man, there's nothing more to do