oh pastor man
and all your lies about the grace you gave,
we saw through the thick, black book you held,
all those shouts about the Lord who saves;
we saw every god-damned mountain moved,
and all your lies about the dynamite
and as you climbed up on the hanging rood
and jabbed the spear into your side,
oh pastor man!
faith is not a tool to see that sheep abide.
