O my brothers   Please may I remind you   Not by way of warning   Nor to sermonize you   That we've all been here before   'Cause warnings and sermons   Live in tract houses   And shop at supermarkets   In their Sears and Roebuck blouses   Please excuse the metaphor   But just let me tell you   What now has come to pass   The revelations of year one   Have turned around at last   They're gonna get us as before   T'ain't nothin' new in store      Here we go around again   World without end amen      Slay the Christians, burn the witches   Persecute the Jews   Sit back and watch a revolution   On the late night news   It's like reviving vintage films   Hurt your lovers, enslave your brothers   Laugh at the saints and fools   Remember how the king of kings   Rode humbly on a mule   If you don't then get your seat   The show's about to repeat      Here we go around again   World without end amen