From high up on yer crucifix You preach about my triple 6 You spit about my this and that And yank away yer welcome mat With a coupon Jesus Christ will save So don't you Christians misbehave 'cuz Santa makes the list himself And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline Dead, dead, dead, dead Yer god is dead to me! When the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist Dead, dead, dead, dead Yer god is dead to me!
When the greed of man is not appeased All will rot sick and diseased Once again the fallen towers The Tortured death of every hour And at the toll of the final bell You lead the righteous down to hell When all the world is dead by dawn All I ask bring me along!
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline Dead, dead, dead, dead Yer god is dead to me! When the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist Dead, dead, dead, dead Yer god is dead to me!
Nuclear Apox spells your doom like the t.v. in yer living room each bomb kills a million dead it melts your skin and implodes yer head And now you get yer judgement day You think you'll float up then away But yer guilty just like everyone You turn to ash when the burning's done
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline Dead, dead, dead, dead Yer god is dead to me! When the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist Dead, dead, dead, dead Yer god is dead to me!
There's a hunger within you a tapeworm deep inside or maybe it's just cancer the doctors can't decide but yer stomach keeps on growing as yer body wastes away and yer getting ill and weaker every single fucking day