Give me chastity, O Lord, But please don't give it yet. There's some things I'd like to do And not have to regret. I do pray though, O Father God, That you are not like man, But instead a lady, fine, With loving, gentle hands. And, if my desire be forbade: Goddess, sing the rage.
If you wish to have all man Inside your tender palm, Flock your prophets to the mount And tell them they are wrong. For it was not a warrior clad With armor and with sword, But a woman, curious, Who brought us to be lords. And a mother's love cannot decay Goddess, sing the rage
All faithfulness is out our mouths, Our throats' an open tomb. We seem to have forgot all When we came from your womb. Don't bother resting at our feet, Your reverence is too great. Just cast your wrath at our end When we are at your gate. And, in death, we'll give our praise Goddess, sing the rage