You called me from my station
from what’s a rotting nation
Unloved and that’s apparent
you sent me for my training
Though once neglected and friendless
thanks to you
I won’t forget my profession
The others end up paying
forever and a day when
you kept me out of trouble
I’m getting like you, changeless
Though I’ve been tempted and tested
thanks to you
I won’t forget my profession
‘Cause you’re a priest
after the order of Melchisedec
And I’m a priest
saved by the LORD from oblivion
This country’s getting dangerous
I’m sticking by you, nameless
Divided and collapsing
by you, so, I am safe here
But I’ll have rest from my lessons
thanks to you
I won’t forget my profession
Of course, we’re in the Way but
you’ve borne us to new places
and taught us that your faith is
the reason we will make it
Though not remembered or mentioned
thanks to you
I won’t forget my profession
‘Cause you’re a priest
after the order of Melchisedec
And I’m a priest
saved by the LORD from oblivion
Annihilation, that frightening concept
the radiation radiates, as reprobates running away
But we’re a peculiar people, unusual
because we’re just as vulnerable
But, with you, you know
Marooned here, in this wasteland
there’ll soon be celebrations
‘Cause you’re a priest
after the order of Melchisedec
And I’m a priest
saved by the LORD from oblivion