Burying God
In favour of a washing machine
All this modernity
Is it a ritual dream?
And these leaders
That speak for us
They all have a sell by date
Now is the moment
Don’t leave it too late
We still like a ritual
Empty s they are
We still like to have a seat
Inside a bee’zy car
Burying God
In favour of stainless steel
In favour f a computer
Or just a lemon peel
Oh, I dreamed of a cul-de-sac
When I was a child
I couldn’t find a way out
It made me a little wild
A little wild at father
And at mother too
A little wild at teacher
A little wild at you
No one had an answer
No one understood
Everyone was blind gone on
No one seemed any good
Living in a nightmare
Living in a grave
Living in a cul-de-sack
That mankind had made
Burying God
In favour of TV
Seemed such a waste
Too me
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