A new age is dawning
  On fewer than expected
  Business is usual"
  That's how the headline read
  Some shaky modern saviors
  Have now been resurrected
  In all this excitement
  You may have been misled
  People want a miracle
  They say "Oh Lord, can't you see us?
  We're tryin' to make a livin' down here
  And keep the children fed"
  But, from little dark motel rooms
  to "Six Flags Over Jesus"
  "How are the mighty fallen"
  So the Bible said
  You don't have to pray to a little tin god
  Step out of the way for a little tin god
  You might fear the reaper, you might fear the rod
  But you never have to get down on your knees
  You don't have to holler, "please, please"
  No, you never have to get down on your knees
  For a little tin god
  The cowboy's name was "Jingo"
  And he knew that there was trouble
  So in a blaze of glory
  He rode out of the west
  No one was ever certain
  What it was that he was sayin'
  But they loved it when he told them
  They were better than the rest
  But you don't have to pray for a little tin god
  Step out of the way for a little tin god
  You might hate to system, hate the job
  But you never have to get down on your knees
  You don't have to holler, "please, please"
  No, you never have to get down on your knees
  For a little tin god
  Throw down a rope from heaven
  And lead the flock to water
  The man in the middle would have you think
  That you have no other choice
  But to wander in the wilderness
  Of all the upturned faces
  If you stop and listen long enough
  You will hear your own small voice
  But you don't have to pray to a little tin god
  Step out of the way for a little tin god
  You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
  But you never have to get down on your knees
  You don't have to holler, "please, please"
  No, you never have to get down on your knees
  You don't have to holler, "please, please"
  You never have to get down on your knees
  For a little tin god