A church door's just another war to wage

Prolong the propaganda
volunteer
go to Rwanda
and see the truth that's written on the trees
see hard bitten soldiers cry
catch a famine in somewhere like Biafra
and watch as children die.

It's a lie to believe
and declarations make
me seethe

Your time is much too valuable to give it up in prayer
see it for yourself
if god was ever good
he isn't anymore
In fact he isn't there

I think he swanned off to the Caribbean with a companion
who we'll call Peter for convenience
and I'm not thinking of suggesting anything
that's
If there's anything or nothing to think about.

My prophets catch ferrets
wear flat caps
set rat traps,

There's
not much to pick and choose of them
but they're real men and not paintings in chapels
or pictures in galleries

I don't begrudge Luther his truth,
you see you have to see the other point of view
but it doesn't follow that you'll change yours.