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!

And 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 is bring me along!



*



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



*



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 & weaker

every single fucking day



we are alone

we are alone