Bring us your trinkets, your baubles of gold

Join the debauchery, the young and the old

Let us bow down to his great golden calf

Darken our spirits, as we dance and we laugh



The golden calf takes shape - the idol of black hearts

The whole deed, from the sum of its parts

From the healer of sorrow came a great molten blast

With holy tongue of fire, the commandments were cast



Down from the mountain with two tablets of stone

In countenanc white, Moses walked down alone

Instructed by God to bring the people His word

Intoxicated by evil, their judgment obscured

Why should we listen to his set of his rules ?

Deeper in sin sinks the assembly of fools



Though shalt not make graven images

Visiting evil in the land of the dust

Though shalt not have other gods before Me

Then only then can you truly be free



Let us bow down to the King of kings

Melt down this idol and the evil it brings