3 Strikes
Good God is hard to find
But you're the crowd that wants to see me dead
Right now I feel I'm alive for the first time
Marching for your death, mouth of sex
Add up the violence and what do you get?
We are all just stars and we're waiting
We are all just scared and we're hating
We are all just stars on your burning flag
Point a gun at me
And hope it will go away
If God was alive
He would hate you anyway
The right wing is left and the left one is gray
It's safe for the kids but nothing is safe
But you
The Second Sitting For The Last Supper
Another fish head in the dustbin
Another loser in the queue for the soup kitchen
Another reason for a visit
We think you'd better come down
Another nigger on the woodpile
Another honky on the dole
Another trip from off the 15th floor
The greatest story ever told
Was so wrong, so wrong
'Cos you promised milk and honey
With an everlasting life
And we listened with our ears closed
And a blindness in our eyes
But we heard them as they nailed you
And we saw you crucified
The second coming of the Holy Ghost
We need a pocketful of miracles
Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet
We kept his seat warm and the table set
The second sitting for the Last Supper
Another Guru in the money
Another mantra in the mail
An easy way from rags to riches
God's little acre's up for sale
The time is right for ressurection
We think you'd better come down
The church don't ring with hallelujahs
You haven't been for so long
So long, so long
Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet
We kept his seat warm and the table set
The second sitting for the Last Supper