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