Yes, the ones who have the answers
Christianity was apparent as a fallacy
Are they that take their chances
There's nothing much to smile at in his comedy of errors
Will God keep you warm when you're cold?
Where streets aren't really paved with gold and rags don't turn to riches
I'll give the whole nation, a sound education
Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Chant our mantra of morality until your throat is sore"
Straight onto your diet of superstition
Christ on every corner, for a coin he'll save your soul
In this catalog of disasters, the models were all bitches
When I think of all those shallow lies they fed me in the past
There's one thing I must admit they've taught me that is how to laugh
A feast of knowledge, this contrite could not suppress his appetite
But it's hard to be enlightened while you're queuing for your dole
This one's for the teachers who want to be preachers
The ones who have the answers, are they who pipe the dancers
Welcome to the school of hard knocks
Where the ones who know the answers
Earth mother, the sun and the furious host
"Please sir, I want some more and more"
Earth mother, the sun and the furious host
Christianity, it's nothing but a fallacy
They said, "Attend our university, accept responsibility
For a small fish cast into an ocean full of unknown terrors
Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost
When all he really wanted was a taste of wine and mirth
His teachers took him to one side and promised him the earth
The ones who have the answers, are they who pipe the dancers
You'd put those wracked by malnutrition
