| Where you gonna turn to | |
| Burning Bush's lie | |
| God he's listening to ain't mine no | |
| Big oil is wicked master | |
| Slave god of gasoline | |
| Ride the Armageddon mile | |
| Sow your seed asunder | |
| Kill you for a smile | |
| Knead your beast and watch it rise | |
| Feed your children to the | |
| Halibutron war machine | |
| Game is fixed and you're all blind | |
| But still to get along we gotta | |
| Long, long way to go | |
| Oh, oh, oh no nearer to God we gotta | |
| Long, long way to go | |
| You sing a bloody song, you gotta | |
| Long, long way to go | |
| Bastard, bloody bastard | |
| Bastard, bloody bastard |