Dust off this straw hat of mine
Spit on these boots until they shine
Shake out the sleep from my wings
Take a swig of whisky and remind my voice to sing
Holy, Holy, Oh my Lord
Holy, Holy, Oh my Lord

Break up this ground like a blade
See all my old friends rising tall along the way
Wiping dirt out from their eyes
To see a rose horizon that the sun’s about to climb
Holy, Holy, Oh my Lord
Holy, Holy, Oh my Lord

And then a riot in the sky
A peal of angels with their arms twirling high
And they are dancing, they are laughing, they are free
Dressed up in their pearls just like the faggots used to be,
screaming:

Holy, holy, holy Lord
God of power and might
Heaven and Earth are full of your glory
Hosanna in the highest
Blessed is the One
Who comes in the name of the Lord
Hosanna in the highest
Blessed is the One
Who comes in the name of the Lord
Hosanna in the highest
Holy, holy, holy.