BAND OF HORSES *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * [Verse 1]    The end’s not near     it’s here    Halle lujah spread the cheer    And watch the mille narians    Throw a party for a thousand years *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * [Verse 2]                                                    You won’t see the pious prayin’    They’ll be too busy flayin’    All the martyrs with better ways   To stop the world de cayin’ *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * If you call me I won’t be home I’m a-hiding from the kingdom come They can’t see every  thing on earth With the satellites and the roving drones The satellites and the roving drones *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   * This is why hell is under ground Like a reclaimed bad part of town We don’t want to lose our souls We’re the saints who don’t want to be found The saints who don’t want to be found The saints who don’t want to be found The saints who don’t want to be found .................