God, God is a bullet   And religion is a loaded gun   Prod, poke, push and pull it   Every zealot loco is some mother's son      It's coming down, coming down   It's coming down again      Burns their blood soaked Bibles   And she tears the halos from their saints   Turn to love for survival   Escape her traps and restraints      It's coming down, it's coming down   It's coming down again      Reach out and touch me   And give me Absolution   Reach out and touch me with your love      Reach out and touch me   And give me Absolution   Reach out and touch me with your love      Sends her sons to war   Behind a bloody flag and a filthy lie   Defends her greed for more   And watches as she lets her children die      It's coming down, it's coming down   Coming down again      Reach out and touch me   And give me Absolution   Reach out and touch me with your love      Reach out and touch me   And give me Absolution   Reach out and touch me with your love      Reach out and touch me   And give me Absolution   Reach out and touch me with your love      Reach out, touch me   And give me Absolution   Reach out and touch me with your love