Where once were men are now but sheep
-a fiction and far cry
From planet earth's proud animal
-who would be you and I
Alas, our forebears drank the cup of poisoned alibi
And made excuses far and wide,
and made God in the sky

This boogaloo's now round the world
-bad trips for everyone
No more the man of paradise
or the Celt of Albion
They queue like burning moths to spread the all-time vicious lie
You christians destroyed our tribe
-I'll fight you till I die

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead

The history of religion is the history of the State
Incestuous exploiters of a catalogue of hate
The man of peace was over-run by armies of the "Lord"
Who signed their names to any war
and sang to praise the sword

The mission heads for outer space
the voices ring and swell
With aeons of self-righteousness
the senseless echoes knell

The words get much more meaningless
-even plainer to tell
That those who would pronounce this God
are those who make this hell

And you can cut me down for what I said
But goodness lives where God is dead

LOVE IS THE great triumph over christianity
She made a fool of silly priests She mocked authority
She filled her bed with happinessShe gripped his loins for joy
And felt ecstatic agonies and screamed the sweetest cry
Her children are the legacy of failure to be chained
An everasting mutiny of flowers where it rained
They rise out of oppression
They speak with one accord
The fountains breath- the spirit lives-
The future rests assured

And to say that God is dead presupposes that
he was at some time alive
Ooooo what a young fool I am