"The Death Of God" lyrics - ROY HARPER

"The Death Of God"

As I was dreaming
I started to feel
I could no longer
Tell dreaming from real
Too much was happening
Too fast, too slow
Maybe I'll wake up
Maybe I'll know

The guns have just started
But no one could say
If the time was just ending
Or slipping away
Into the shadows
Another long day
Another killing day

Where are you going
I said to myself
As I was throwing
Things from my shelf
Into some future
Ready to run
Soldiers are coming
Better be done

Silently, helplessly
Holding my tongue
Soon I'll be somewhere
I'll never belong
Mouthing the sounds
Of an immigrant song

Is there a reason any more?
Are we just cannon fodder
Germinating war?
Pretending our finger's on the pulse
The pulse beyond the door
The imaginary door

Whence our family and friends
All crawl from their graves
Made for them by Shock and Awe
And half a billion fascist slaves
Somewhere where the facile voice of Jesus
Always saves
Beyond the door

Do me a favour
Please don't patronise
Your war was not fought for my mind
But just for your prize
Started when what was some truth
Got spun into lies
Always beyond the door
Beyond the door

How does this make me feel
Am I really part of this deal?
Totally mistaken
Ignored and forsaken
Am I really so unreal?
Why am I so unreal?

Blindfolded so that we never can tell
When the blows are landing
Or who they will fell
Humiliated, naked, paraded
By sadistic tourists
From crusader hell

Oh look at me mommy
I can take naughty pics
Look at me mommy
Now that I am six
Look at me mommy
I can take dirty pics
Look at me mommy...
Playing with dicks

Hoping and praying
And praying and hoping
Praying and hoping to die
Blowing my life away
Taking some others
A new kind of old passer-by
But I won't be passing you by
'Cos I'm the Samaritan
With a bomb in my eye
And my finger on the trigger
Of goodbye

Welcome to heaven
I'm your creator
I bid you welcome
To the promised land
Sorry I made you
Bomb all those children
They were all warned
And they fully understand
My will be done on earth
And they were slow to learn
My will be done on earth
Or otherwise eternally you'll burn
So eternally they'll burn

'Cos I am the interventionist God
And I'm warning you
I will intervene
Into your cooking and your books
And your disinterest rates
And all of your domestics in-between

I am the wood I touch
My fingers always crossed
I'm superstitious to the core
I step across the cracks
Down every street I walk
That way I know
I know I'll win the war

And history will prove me right
I'll find those WMD
Cross my heart and hope to die
What's that you say?
Blank, zero, nothing, zilch, a duck!
A duck egg... Oh no... I think...
I think... I just fell out the sky...

Soon I'll be gone
Goodbye everyone

My will be done on earth
My will be done on earth
My will be done on earth...

Something we knew about
Hundreds of thousands
And thousands of years ago...