Drag It Down

They started work this morning down at city square

They're pulling down the statues of our great grandfather's hero

The new books said he wasn't such a great man after all

And anyway remember that the times they are a-changing

Pull it down, drag it down

Till there's nothing to look up to

But the brand names on the posters all around

They proved on television last night that God was just a lie

He never made the world at all

It was just some sweet old fashioned right

So melt down all the ornaments, move out all the graves

And let us build the disco that we need for our young braves

Pull it down, drag it down

Till the hopes and dreams of all the ages

Past are shattered on the ground

We think we are so clever killing heroes, killing magic,

Until everything that's sacred is brought down to our level

for Mammon is a jealous master, - leaves no room for any other

All the questions left unanswered, all the answers gone forever

So bow to the woman in the finest fur

Bow to the man with the ace street cool

Bow to the woman with all the power

Bow to the man with all the money

In whose sight are we equal now?

Now that we've killed God