[Intro: Jim Holdrager]
Atheism, Satanism, autonomy
It's all the fuckin' same
Those fuckin' straight-edge, Christcore motherfuckers
They don't know shit
Those people are just fuckin' sheep
Looking for easy answers
And they're too, too close-minded
To look past their local church
Or whatever the ignorant masses say is true

[Verse 1]
From high up on your crucifix
You preach about my triple six
You spit about my "this" and "that"
And yank away your "welcome" mat
With a coupon, Jesus Christ will save
So don't you Christians misbehave
'Cause Santa makes the list himself
He's rotting on the warehouse shelf

[Chorus]
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
Are in the basement huffin' gasoline
They're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Your God is dead to me
When the laws of God just make ya pissed
Ya better become an atheist
You're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Your God is dead to me
[Verse 2]
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's "Bring me along!"

[Chorus]
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
Are in the basement huffin' gasoline
They're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Your God is dead to me
When the laws of God just make ya pissed
Ya better become an atheist
You're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Your God is dead to me

Yeah!

[Bridge]
Nuclear apox spells your doom
Like the TV in your "living" room
Each bomb kills a million dead
It melts your skin, implodes your head
And now you get your Judgment Day
You think you'll float up, then away
But you're guilty just like everyone
You'll turn to ash when the burning's done
[Chorus]
And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
Are in the basement huffin' gasoline
They're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Your God is dead to me
When the laws of God just make ya pissed
Ya better become an atheist
You're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Your God is dead to me

[Chorus 2]
(And all the boys in the straight-edge scene)
There's a hunger within you
(Are in the basement huffin' gasoline)
A tapeworm deep inside
(They're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)
Or maybe it's just cancer
(Your God is dead to me)
The doctors can't decide
(When the laws of God just make ya pissed)
But your stomach keeps on growing
(Ya better become an atheist)
As your body wastes away
(You're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead)
And you're just getting ill and weaker
(Your God is dead to me)
Every single fucking day
[Outro]
We are alone
We are alone

[Post-Song: Spoken]
"And you know there ain't no such thing
As 'leftover crack'"
"Word"