O lord I just can’t understand the world that you have placed us in
To say to us to stop our sins as the devil laughs, plays and grins
Where’s Christ for those of us still standing on this earthly crust
We must be mad or melancholy to follow in that awful folly
Humble, honest, unaware of what is lurking in that dark old lair
Matter of fact or slightly gory I don’t think we want to share the story
Of beheaded Saints and sombre Angels pouring from a deadly ladle
Trumpets sounding death resisted paints a very awful picture
Choose a side and cast your lots as you stand upon a spot
Where all will finish and begin so we can all replay
Our deadly sins