It's a merry band of men All the women home baking bread Travel the nation selling what God said Through the mouths of fallen men
But irony is just a tool Of devils, sodomites and fools So you pay attention only when it's borne in range Of the buses you employ to spread good news
For all the lies you tell your children now Make sure you never tell them how God is not on your side
So here's a glass to tragedy Or a toast to your favorite calamity You'll all hold hands around the ruins of society And curse everything that you can see
For all the lies you tell your children now Make sure you never tell them how God is not on your side
Schools and churches, picket lines There's a funeral, break out the signs For now you're stuck here and there's been no hail of fire And in secret, you sulk, wondering why
For all the lies you tell your children now Make sure you never tell them how God is not on your side