The kingdom of God is a party
Of marksmen and mercenaries
And only the man with no lute in his heart
Will be shattered like gla** under hooves
Typhoid
Scurvy
Let's get drunk and be polite
No!
Let's get drunk and start a fight!
Yes!
Repent!
Repent with us tonight
'cause God hates a liar
The kingdom of God is a party
Of marksmen and mercenaries
And only the man whose heartstrings are weak
Will be splattered like mud
Typhoid!
Scurvy!
And the lepers...