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
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