From high up on your crucifix You preach about my triple 6 You spit about my this and that And yank away your welcome mat With a coupon jesus christ will save So don't you christians misbehave 'cuz satan makes the list himself And it's rotting on the warehouse shelf And all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline, they're Dead, dead, dead, dead their god is dead to me! And when the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, dead Your god is dead to me! When the greed of man is not appeased All will rot sick and diseased Once again the fallen towers The Tortured death of every hour And at the toll of the final bell You lead the righteous down to hell When all the world is dead and gone All I ask is bring me along! And all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasolinem they're Dead, dead, dead, dead their god is dead to me! And when the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist Your Dead, dead, dead, dead Your god is dead to me! Nuclear Apox spells your doom like the t.v. in your living room each bomb kills a million dead it melts your skin and implodes your head And now you get your judgement day You think you'll float up then away But your guilty just like everyone You turn to ash when the burning's done And all the boys in the straight-edge scene are in the basement huffing gasoline Dead, dead, dead, dead Your god is dead to me! And when the laws of God just make ya pissed You better become an atheist You Dead, dead, dead, dead Your god is dead to me! There's a hunger within you a tapeworm deep inside or maybe it's just cancer the doctors can't decide but your stomach keeps on growning as your body wastes away and your getting ill & weaker every single fucking day we are alone we are alone