Chews the fat with his creator   Over breakfast in the sunlight   Though when he says grace, when he says grace   He feels enveloped like a shadow      But there are evenings   There are evenings when this   Decimated world of movement, color and form   Gets thin and getting thinner      When lights are dim and getting dimmer   When nights are grim and they're only getting   Only getting grimmer      As they barter their boulders   And martyr their soldiers   Teach a man to tear her fucking head   From her goddamn shoulders      Held into the sun, by the threads of her hair   By the threads of her hair   By the threads of her hair   They impart a secret hatred from their fathers to their heirs      In a silence left unbroken, oh   On a bed bound and gagged   Bound, bound and gagged      With culture, language, myth and law   Our goddess gave birth   Our goddess gave birth to your god      On a bed bound and gagged   With culture, language, myth and law   From a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and raw      Our goddess gave birth to your god   Our goddess gave birth to your god   Our goddess gave birth to your god   Our goddess gave birth to your god, goddamn      Culture, language, myth and law   Wounded womb and scarred and raw   (Our goddess gave birth)   Culture, language, myth and law   Wounded womb and scarred and raw   (Our goddess gave birth to your god)