 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
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