It's a merry band of men   All the women home baking bread   Travel the nation selling what God said   Through the mouths of fallen men      But irony is just a tool   Of devils, sodomites and fools   So you pay attention only when it's borne in range   Of the buses you employ to spread good news      For all the lies you tell your children now   Make sure you never tell them how   God is not on your side      So here's a glass to tragedy   Or a toast to your favorite calamity   You'll all hold hands around the ruins of society   And curse everything that you can see      For all the lies you tell your children now   Make sure you never tell them how   God is not on your side      Schools and churches, picket lines   There's a funeral, break out the signs   For now you're stuck here and there's been no hail of fire   And in secret, you sulk, wondering why      For all the lies you tell your children now   Make sure you never tell them how   God is not on your side