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We're 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 M I C K E Y M O U S E 1, 2, 3 You call the 'Moral Majority' 'Cos of 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 You say, 'God loves you, come and buy the Good News' Then you buy the president and swimming pools If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets God must be dead if you're alive Circus tent con men and Southern belle bunnies Milk your emotions then steal your money Through the new dark ages with the fascists toting Bibles Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials Stodgy Ayatollahs in their double-knit ties Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies Masturbating with a flag and a Bible God must be dead if you're alive Say, blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan What's wrong with a mind of my own? You don't want abortions, you want battered children You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem Now you wanna force us to pray in school God must be dead if you're such a fool You're planning for a war with or without Iran Building a police state with the Ku Klux Klan Pissed at your neighbor? Don't bother to nag Pick up the phone and turn in a fag Say, blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly Ram it up your cunt, Anita 'Cos God must be dead if you're alive God must be dead if you're alive