God is Dead

God is dead, God is dead
Hail to mammon’ breasts
God is dead, God is dead
Our conscience laid to rest.
On beds of funky foolery
On clouds of make belief.
On bended rules,
So every one
Can also be a thief.
God is dead, God is dead,
You believe it when you see
How the money man,
With sleight of hand
Has made slaves
Of you and me.

God is dead, god is dead,
I’m staying in my shell
With the fragile shield
Of love’s surround
Protecting me from hell…