God drives a dreamless highway in a black sedan,
Picking up survivors, preaching to the motel man.
Blazing apostles,
Thieves in the night,
Messengers of the fall.
If you are needing an angel of light,
Why don't you give us a call?
Death drives an airflow Chrysler on the streets of man,
A hit-and-run driver, cruising since the world began.
Blazing apostles,
Guardians of light.
The phone number's on the wall.
If you are needing a devil to fight,
Why don't you give us a call?
Salvation brings a badge to wear
On the glad rags of your soul.
Just keep up with the payments
And we'll make your misery whole.
We've got albums of redemption
And confessions on cassettes,
All on easy hire
From the following address
Blazing apostles,
Flat Ninety-Nine,
South Revelation Row.
City of Lost Souls,
Land of the Blind.
It's a wonderful place to go.
It's a wonderful place to go.
Saints on the highway, martyrs on the road to Hell.
Posters make a prophet if you've got a soul to sell.
Chance of a lifetime, join the legions of the damned.
Secrets of Egypt, substances from old Japan.
Blazing apostles,
Thieves in the night,
Messengers of the fall.
If you are needing an angel of light,
Why don't you give us a call?
Why don't you give us a call?
Why don't you give us a call?
Why don't you give us a call?