|
God |
|
God is a bullet |
|
And religion is a loaded gun |
|
Prod poke push and pull it |
|
Every zealot loco is some mother's son |
|
It's coming down |
|
It's coming down |
|
It's coming down again |
|
Burns their blood soaked bibles |
|
And she tears the halos from their saints |
|
Turn to love for survival |
|
Escape her traps and restraints |
|
It's coming down |
|
It's coming down |
|
It's coming down again |
|
Reach out and touch me |
|
And give me absolution |
|
Reach out and touch me with your love |
|
Reach out and touch me |
|
And give me absolution |
|
Reach out and touch me with your love |
|
Sends her sons to war |
|
Behind a bloody flag and a filthy lie |
|
Defends her greed for more |
|
And watches as she lets her children die |
|
It's coming down |
|
It's coming down |
|
It's coming down again |
|
Reach out and touch me |
|
And give me absolution |
|
Reach out and touch me with your love |
|
Reach out and touch me |
|
And give me absolution |
|
Reach out and touch me with your love... |
