Through tunnel vision him rant and rave He says life beyond the grave He lost his of the eternal cake Well, in His Heaven and He's on the take
That's nice (that's nice) that's (that's neat) It's bitter and it's sweet, is it trick and You're talkin' but you're preaching feast - now
and pieces I remember slightly, it was a long time ago We'd have our hot and holy And solve the problems of the world
Now a clerical collar chokes at convictions You strangle for the old addiction It's Heaven's army and so professional But listen closely to closed confessional
That's (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat) It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and You're talkin' but you're preaching feast now
We'd a recipe for religion And bring it to the kitchen Mix it up to our own concoction Believed in God but shake a fist at him
And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it seem And Ray-ay, it that easy - 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 wonderin' the use of it all He said everybody does what they to Provided that true, that's all
He said, hey Big G you there's my problem I'm not so sure what's true He I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray The truth is - there is no truth, and
Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop wop Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na, bop wop shoo wop-ac