the dawn of the day
baptised in the river of shame
my sins washed away
with my pride and my name
as I lay here naked
under God's blessed light
and wait till he crosses
the Jordan tonight

I was reborn and died
as a candleless wick
I know not the answer
of the lame and the sick

Molested by priests
who stole all they could
you were left without hope
a fish on the hook
of the churches of man
who left stench on your gown
and took all your money
always keeping you down

Come down, oh good Lord
if you really exist
set fire and brimstone
and spread out the mist
come down, oh good Lord
oh vengeful good patron
and let the blood flow
on my holy new apron

Come down, oh good Lord
as they ruin your word
come keep my hand strong
as I carry your sword

Come down, oh dear Lord
and walk here among us
there is work to be done
to clean all the fungus
of your clerics and priests
who forgot what we are
as the heads will roll down
from near and from far
as the worthless houses
that they build in your name
will burn and come down
on their glory of shame

On their orphans of war
on their loveless behaviour
as we hit high and low
taste their blood on our sabre
You cardinals, rabbis
you sheiks and you nuns
the future is here
and your sum is but none
the day it is coming
the good Lord approaches
and he's pissed and inflamed
oh maggots and roaches

Come down, oh good Lord
it is still not too late
let the devil collect
their souls and their fate

Come down, oh good Lord
and show us the way
so we stop throwing up
every time that they pray