Far - Waiting for sunday

I'm always frightened I wear my helmet every day I'm scared the sky might tumble down from heaven I blame my neighbors I wish that they'd all move away They're all on welfare, kill babies, pass bad laws, start all the wars I wait for a miracle I go to big building, I pray I dance with demons, they whisper my fate Scare me into thinking I'm saved We're all so tired We wear our raincoats every day To keep the wet and wind and world out Waiting for Sunday