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