From high up on yer crucifix
You preach about my triple 6
You spit about my this and that

And yank away yer welcome mat
With a coupon jesus christ will save
So don't you christians misbehave

'Cuz santa makes the list himself
And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf


And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
Are in the ba!@&(t huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead

Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist

Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!


When the greed of man is not appeased
All will rot sick and diseased
Once again the fallen towers

The tortured death of every hour
And at the toll of the final bell
You lead the righteous down to hell

When all the world is dead by dawn
All I ask is bring me along!


And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
Are in the ba!@&(t huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead

Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist

Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!


Nuclear Apox spells your doom
Like the t.v. in yer living room
Each bomb kills a million dead

It melts your skin and implodes yer head
And now you get yer judgement day
You think you'll float up then away

But yer guilty just like everyone
You turn to ash when the burning's done


And all the boys in the straight-edge scene
Are in the ba!@&(t huffing gasoline
Dead, dead, dead, dead

Yer god is dead to me!
And when the laws of God just make ya pissed
You better become an atheist

Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yer god is dead to me!


There's a hunger within you
A tapeworm deep inside
Or maybe it's just cancer

The doctors can't decide
But yer stomach keeps on growing
As yer body wastes away

And yer getting I'll & weaker
Every single $#&@ing day