Grab your gun

And give your Messiah thanks

Pray, scum, pray

The ground beneath us shakes

A broken dream breaks the silence

"Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.

God wants you to go to war."


Hold it high!

Give in, give in, give in

Bless you, Father, for you have sinned

Bullet holes from which hangs your crucifix

Send me up, up there

Our heroes cry down to us

A boy sobs

"Where are you, Father?"