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