When I Get to the Green Building

Angels and demons holding hands and whistling Dixie
We haven’t had that kind of fun 'round here since 1960
We wait in longer lines than the Russians ever did
Selling our children’s souls to the highest bid
I can’t describe the way it feels…
These songs will blare out of your eyes
When I get to the green building
My arrival will be televised
When I get to the green building
When I get to the green building
Satan’s cheerleaders prancing around the maypole in December
We haven’t had that kind of spectacle here since I can remember
Our fearless leaders say they’re equal to the task
And every point of view on this depends on who you ask
It doesn’t matter anyway
All prophecies are realized
When I get to the green building
The stars will shine out of your eyes
When I get to the green building
When I get to the green building
Isn’t it interesting to see whose heart shall pass
When they try to hide them but they’re made of glass?
And isn’t it interesting to see who lives or dies
On the roller coasters and the water slides?
And isn’t it interesting to watch them play their game
When they’re all such cheaters and they have no shame?
And isn’t it interesting to hear the demons sing
When the doorbell rings at the green building?
And isn’t it interesting
And isn’t it interesting
When the doorbell rings
At the green building?
And isn’t it interesting
And isn’t it interesting