There'll be more m**ms
Judeo-Christians
There'll be more fighting
And more religions
We carry on our dissenting song
There'll be more schisms, houses divided
There'll be more claims of with whom God sided
There'll be more fighting
When we're gone
We carry on, my dark-eyed son
I am not done yet, I am not dead
The unwritten future must still be writ
There is so much that I have not said
I am not dead, I am not dead
I am not done