Absolution

God is a bullet
And religion is a loaded gun
Prod poke push and pull it
Every zealot loco is some mother's son
It's coming down - again

Burns their blood soaked bibles
And she tears the halos from their saints
Turn to love for survival
Escape her traps and restraints
It's coming down - again

Reach out and touch me
And give me absolution
Reach out and touch me with your love

Sends her sons to war
Behind a bloody flag and a filthy lie
Defends her greed for more
And watches as she lets her children die
It's coming down - again