All the pain in the headlines All the heartache of our crimes The innocent, the helpless, here and gone So we call out to Your name, save us, from our shame. We're crying out to heaven, how long... There's a new world on the way When this one is gone, gone, gone We're ready Jesus, bring it on, bring it on We've had enough of darkness We're waiting for the dawn There's a kingdom coming Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on We are holding, to the promise Even now you are with us Our every hope is in what You will do Every wrong will be made right Every tear will run dry We're praying that day is coming soon We're waiting... We're waiting for You Jesus We're waiting, for You

There's a big numb stare Coming off of his face She's laughing at the smoke That's coming out of his face But this fool lives on the hill And she don't like to pay the bills But she will There's a lot of talk about her Behind her back She's good enough to need But never to respect They call her what they will But when they're done they pay the bill They pay the bill No more feeling She don't want it, she don't need it She will distance herself from feeling 'Cause she don't need a better reason No reason to hold back Oh jenny Well there's husbands and there's lawyers And there's factory employees And there's counsellours and mayors With their presidential stares There are lonely ones and liars Looking for a way to buy her And she don't care No more feeling She don't want it, she don't need it She will distance herself from feeling She showers up and man believe me She'll be clean again Clean again Jennifer's up and running Working for the Fatman Jenny's in for anything As long as her kids are eating Pay up she'll make you smile Pay up she'll make you smile, smile Strange ideas, what am I doing here She's not familiar with this talk They're only looking at her rear You can call her what you will Angie, Rose or even Bill Hell, what you will All the husbands, all the lawyers All the factory employees All the counsellours and mayors Wow, so stunning how they dare They dare to claim they know it all The dirty looks they throw She knows them all No more feeling She don't want it, she don't need it She will distance herself from feeling She showers up and man believe me She'll be clean again Clean again Jennifer's up and running Working for the Fatman Jenny's in for anything As long as her kids are eating Pay up she'll make you smile Pay up she'll make you smile, smile One more filthy memory