They started work this morning down at city square   They're pulling down the statues of our great grandfather's hero   The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all   And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing       Chorus:   Pull it down, drag it down   Till there's nothing to look up to   But the brand names on the posters all around      They proved on television last night that God was just a lie   He never made the world at all    It was just some sweet old fashioned rite   So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves   And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves       Chorus:   Pull it down, drag it down   Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages    Past are shattered on the ground       We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic,    Until everything that's sacred is brought down to our level    for Mammon is a jealous master, - leaves no room for any other   All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever   So bow to the woman in the finest fur   Bow to the man with the ace street cool   Bow to the woman with all the power   Bow to the man with all the money   In whose sight are we equal now?   Now that we've killed God