hrough tunnel vision watch him rant and rave   He says there's life beyond the grave   He lost his slice of the eternal cake   Well, God's in His Heaven and He's on the take      That's nice (that's nice) that's neat (that's neat)   It's bitter and it's sweet, is it trick and treat   You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast - now      Bits and pieces I remember slightly, it was a long time ago   We'd have our hot and holy conversations   And solve the problems of the drunken world      Now a clerical collar chokes at your convictions   You strangle slowly for the old addiction   It's Heaven's army and you're so professional   But listen closely to this closed confessional      That's nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat)   It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and treat   You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast now      We'd take a recipe for religion   And bring it to the theological kitchen   Mix it up to make our own concoction   Believed in God but you'd shake a fist at him      And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it seem hard   And Ray-ay, it isn't that easy - now-ow      Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh   Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh      You said you spoke to God and asked a question   You were wonderin' what's the use of it all   He said everybody does what they want to   Provided that it's true, that's all      He said, hey Big G you said there's my problem   I'm not so sure 'bout what's true   He said I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray   The final truth is - there is no truth, and      Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo wop   Na-na-na-na, Oh-hey-yeah   Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo wop-ac