God
God is a bullet
And religion is a loaded gun
Prod poke push and pull it
Every zealot loco is some mother's son
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down again

Burns their blood soaked bibles
And she tears the halos from their saints
Turn to love for survival
Escape her traps and restraints
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down again

Reach out and touch me
And give me absolution
Reach out and touch me with your love

Reach out and touch me
And give me absolution
Reach out and touch me with your love

Sends her sons to war
Behind a bloody flag and a filthy lie
Defends her greed for more
And watches as she lets her children die
It's coming down
It's coming down
It's coming down again
Reach out and touch me
And give me absolution
Reach out and touch me with your love

Reach out and touch me
And give me absolution
Reach out and touch me with your love...