Religion is no excuse for murder |
On the streets of the infidels, where the churches toll unholy bells, he pauses to survey the ungodly mire His breath comes fast and short, as he grips the pull cord taut, to visit upon them god's own holy fire And mothers smile, and children play, unaware on this deadly day, that this man is buying Heaven with their lives So he stares into their eyes, with a hatred born of fire, and unleashes hell in exchange for virgins and paradise But our Father who's in Heaven didn't ask that For the Psalms, the Prophets and the Gospels, they all say the same That we should love our neighbour and forgive our enemies So, justify it any way you like, just don't do it in God's name Now there's a mighty Superchurch down in Alabama, and the pastor there he'll cleanse you from your sin He'll cure your cancer and make you well, grant you success, save you from Hell, if you drop your divine dollars in the tin But if you ain't playin ball with Mr Holy, and his fiery sermon fails to make you well Then instead of blessed health and wealthy endeavours, he'll leave you to barbecue in good old hell But our Father who's in Heaven didn't ask that For the Psalms, the Prophets and the Gospels, they all say the same That what we received so freely, we should share without a profit So, justify it any way you like, just don't do it in God's name There are men who think it's divine to violate children, and to use the western “whores” for their own desires And they claim that they're the instrument of Heaven, and that sex can be used to cleanse, just like fire Yet the very books they use for validation, speak of kindness, love and God's own mercy mild And they denounce the hypocrites who cry “defilement”, who themselves, when abusing are so defiled But our Father who's in Heaven didn't ask that For the Psalms, the Prophets and the Gospels, they all say the same That there is not a man among us fit to pass a judgement So, justify it any way you like, just don't do it in God's name As the flags of nations unfurl for the warzone, and the cries of freedom echo through the spree Both combatants boast of weapons of hell's fury, that will burn a city from all memory And both sides will claim the right, that they are the just ones in this fight While the children trust in them to set them free But our Father who's in Heaven didn't ask that For the Psalms, the Prophets and the Gospels all say the same That if we take a life then God himself will cut us down So, justify it any way you like, just don't do it in God's name So don't you soak His name in blood, and don't you sell Him to the poor Stop your wars and your vendettas, cause He's not with you any more And He don't recognize your flags, cause they divide His unity He uses persuasion, not invasion, and He gives his love for free Yes the Psalms, the Prophets and the Gospels all say the same They clearly cry the same Justify it any way you like Call it anything you like But don't do it in God's name! |