[Spoken: Jello Biafra]
"We are gathered here tonight...
To pay tribute to our Lord
And money unto me!
Oh, Lord in Heaven, let us pray!
You, TV viewers, give me your pay
And sing M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!"
(One, two, three...)
[Verse 1]
You call yourselves the Moral Majority
We call ourselves the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive
[Verse 2]
You say, "God loves you, come and buy the good news"
Then you buy the President and swimming pools
If Jesus don't save till we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive
[Verse 3]
Circus-tent conmen and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions and steal your money
It's the new Dark Ages with the fascists toting Bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem witch trials
"We are gathered here tonight...
To pay tribute to our Lord
And money unto me!
Oh, Lord in Heaven, let us pray!
You, TV viewers, give me your pay
And sing M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!"
(One, two, three...)
[Verse 1]
You call yourselves the Moral Majority
We call ourselves the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive
[Verse 2]
You say, "God loves you, come and buy the good news"
Then you buy the President and swimming pools
If Jesus don't save till we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive
[Verse 3]
Circus-tent conmen and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions and steal your money
It's the new Dark Ages with the fascists toting Bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem witch trials
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