Under blue Andalusian skies
We just sit and watch the world go by
Seems like a million miles from home
From all the people that we've ever known
So many humans going out of their minds
Living in their petty little lives
So I'm afraid I can't defend
When you've got fake, fickle friends
Here in the Garden of Gethsemane
I'm just like Jesus on his judgment day
It's like we've got nothing else to do
But worry about morons like you
So many humans going out of their minds
Living in their petty little lives
So I'm afraid I won't defend
When you've got fake, fickle friends