The writer wrote. The singer sung.
The record broke. The audience was stunned.
Some they begged for mercy, others even cried
Some fled, left for dead. Some said it changed their lives.
And the writer said I wish you'd known me
When I still believed in the truth
Now it's all I have left 
along with my debts and lack of youth
He said -

Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
No pretty songs of compromise.
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies....
It's a good day to die.

God spoke. The people laughed.
The tablets broke while they were pissing on the golden calf
Some they found their heaven, some they found their hell
Some they ran to Canaan land, some just lay where they fell
And God said I wish you'd known me
when I still believed you'd be true
Now for the rest of your days when you call out my name
I'll be MR. GOD to you
He said -

Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
No petty songs of compromise.
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies....
It's a good day to die.
And the lover said Why don't you touch me?
Reach out your hand just like this
You can capture my soul - you can take hold
and kill me with a kiss. 
She said -

Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
No pretty songs of compromise.
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies. 
It's a good day to die. 
It's a good day to die. 
It's a good day....