Blessed are the land-mines   Stretched across the desert floor   God, bless the hands that formed them   Filled their shrapnel hearts with war   May You bless the companies   The goose that laid the golden egg   May they make a million more   Blowing off a million legs   Blessed are the black-tongued ravens   Substituting fear for reason   To hate war is to hate us   If you love peace, then you must love treason   Beat your plowshares into swords   Beat your pulpits, turn your tables   Blessed are the hand-grenades   Bless the church who rattles sabers      This house, is burning   This poison still is worming   This temple, will cave in   There's nothing here worth saving      Nail the gold up to the altar   Like Ahab taunts his crew to war   Blessed are the shareholders   Lack of faith is for the poor   Hold your wallets to the sky   A temple built to sooth yourself   Blessed is the church who tries   To help you build blessed wealth