Christians,
we’re all afraid of fire.
We prefer to suck on pacifiers.
Baby pacifists, we’re throwing fits.
We don’t shake hands, we shake our fists.
We’re cannibals.
We watch our brothers fall.
We eat our own, the bones and all.
Finally fell asleep on the plane.
To wake up and see we’re going down in flames.
We’re going down, down, down in flames.
We’re gonna drown, drown, drown insane.
We see the problem and the risk,
but nothing’s solved.
We just say, “Tisk, tisk, tisk.” and “Shame, shame, shame.”
Finally fell asleep on the plane.
To wake to see we’re going down in flames.
Christians, we mourn, the thorn is stuck in the side of the body.
Watch it self-destruct.
The enemy is much ignored when we fight this Christian civil war.
We’re cannibals, We watch our brothers fall.
We eat our own, the bones and all.
Finally fell asleep on the plane.
To wake to see we’re going down in flames.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na na, na na na na.
Banana na na, na na na.
Let me pause to clarify
(‘cause I’m sure you’re asking, “Why?”).
I stand before you,
and proudly claim to belong to what this song complains.
I’m part of the problem I confess,
but I got to get this off my chest.
Let’s extinguish the anguish for which we’re to blame,
and save the world from going down in flames.
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