Bill and Tammy Bakker were messengers of God and the Bank of America

Tammy sprays on some makeup, pops some downers and says this must be heaven

Jim is in the bedroom converting hookers on a mattress full of money

Meanwhile another 1000 people make their beds with death and misery and starvation



[Chorus:]

They were here

Here for today

But they'll be guano

Guano tomorrow



Now it's Reverend Fallwell's church and he has the need for a little more money

It will cost a lot to eliminate rock and stamp out the international threat of communism

Mister Reagan and Gorbachev will let us fight like animals in a barnyard

While they play the roles of the farmer the butches, the distributor, and the consumer



The world is full of humanitarians killing each other for a piece of the human pie

Where everybody is right and nobody is wrong and many are downtrodden

These people call me a cretin 'cause i get a little spittle in their eye

And they don't care much for us Dayglos sittin' around and toasting to the end of time



We are here

Here for today

But we'll be guano

Guano tomorrow