Absolution

God, God is a bullet

And religion is a loaded gun

Prod, poke, push and pull it

Every zealot loco is some mother's son

It's coming down, coming down

It's coming down again

Burns their blood soaked Bibles

And she tears the halos from their saints

Turn to love for survival

Escape her traps and restraints

It's coming down, it's coming down

It's coming down again

Reach out and touch me

And give me Absolution

Reach out and touch me with your love

Reach out and touch me

And give me Absolution

Reach out and touch me with your love

Sends her sons to war

Behind a bloody flag and a filthy lie

Defends her greed for more

And watches as she lets her children die

It's coming down, it's coming down

Coming down again

Reach out and touch me

And give me Absolution

Reach out and touch me with your love

Reach out and touch me

And give me Absolution

Reach out and touch me with your love

Reach out and touch me

And give me Absolution

Reach out and touch me with your love

Reach out, touch me

And give me Absolution

Reach out and touch me with your love