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 - 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 - again

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 - again