Knocking our religious life
Live by Crass, die by the sword
We're punk rock servants of the lord
You say that all you want is peace
The Bible preaches anarchy
You say that God does not exist
You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in
It's holy harcore!!!
Moshin to the harcore hymns
The altar boys are in the pit
The deacon's skankin in the pews
I got a bible and I don't need you
Our hair is spiked we're on our knees
Combat boots upon our feet
Open bible, turn the page
The Reverend Spike is dicing off the stage