| O my brothers | |
| Please may I remind you | |
| Not by way of warning | |
| Nor to sermonize you | |
| That we've all been here before | |
| 'Cause warnings and sermons | |
| Live in tract houses | |
| And shop at supermarkets | |
| In their Sears and Roebuck blouses | |
| Please excuse the metaphor | |
| But just let me tell you | |
| What now has come to pass | |
| The revelations of year one | |
| Have turned around at last | |
| They're gonna get us as before | |
| T'ain't nothin' new in store | |
| Here we go around again | |
| World without end amen | |
| Slay the Christians, burn the witches | |
| Persecute the Jews | |
| Sit back and watch a revolution | |
| On the late night news | |
| It's like reviving vintage films | |
| Hurt your lovers, enslave your brothers | |
| Laugh at the saints and fools | |
| Remember how the king of kings | |
| Rode humbly on a mule | |
| If you don't then get your seat | |
| The show's about to repeat | |
| Here we go around again | |
| World without end amen |