Through tunnel vision watch him rant and rave

He says there's life beyond the grave

He lost his slice of the eternal cake

Well, God's in His Heaven and He's on the take



That's nice (that's nice) that's neat (that's neat)

It's bitter and it's sweet, is it trick and treat

You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast - now



Bits and pieces I remember slightly, it was a long time ago

We'd have our hot and holy conversations

And solve the problems of the drunken world



Now a clerical collar chokes at your convictions

You strangle slowly for the old addiction

It's Heaven's army and you're so professional

But listen closely to this closed confessional



That's nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat)

It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and treat

You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast now



We'd take a recipe for religion

And bring it to the theological kitchen

Mix it up to make our own concoction

Believed in God but you'd shake a fist at him



And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it seem hard

And Ray-ay, it isn't that easy - now-ow



Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh

Oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh, oh-hoh-hoh



You said you spoke to God and asked a question

You were wonderin' what's the use of it all

He said everybody does what they want to

Provided that it's true, that's all



He said, hey Big G you said there's my problem

I'm not so sure 'bout what's true

He said I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray

The final truth is - there is no truth, and



Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo wop

Na-na-na-na, Oh-hey-yeah

Na-na-na-na, bop shoo wop shoo wop-ac