Through tunnel vision watch him rant and He there's life beyond the grave He lost his slice of the cake Well, God's in His and He's on the take
That's nice (that's nice) neat (that's neat) bitter and it's sweet, is it trick and treat You're talkin' fast but you're feast - now
and pieces I remember slightly, it was a long time ago We'd our hot and holy conversations And the problems of the drunken world
Now a clerical chokes at your convictions You strangle for the old addiction It's Heaven's army and so professional But listen to this closed confessional
nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat) It's and sweet, is it trick and treat You're talkin' fast but you're feast now
We'd a recipe for religion And it to the theological kitchen Mix it up to our own concoction Believed in God but you'd shake a at him
And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it hard And Ray-ay, it isn't that - now-ow
Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh,
You you spoke to God and asked a question You were what's the use of it all He said everybody does they want to Provided that it's true, all
He said, hey Big G you said my problem I'm not so sure what's true He I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray The final is - there is no truth, and
Na-na-na-na, bop wop shoo wop Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop wop-ac