Through tunnel watch him rant and rave He says there's beyond the grave He lost his slice of the eternal 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 fast but you're preaching feast - now
and pieces I remember slightly, it was a long time ago We'd our hot and holy conversations And solve the of the drunken world
Now a clerical collar at your convictions You slowly for the old addiction It's Heaven's army and you're so But listen closely to closed confessional
nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat) It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and 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 shake a fist at him
And Ray, it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it seem hard And Ray-ay, it that easy - now-ow
Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh,
You said you spoke to God and a question You wonderin' what's the use of it all He said everybody does what want to Provided that it's true, all
He said, hey Big G you there's my problem I'm not so 'bout 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 shoo wop wop Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo