When I see the cross,
I see a killing machine
A Roman device,
And the crucifixion
You wouldn't hang a noose,
In 24 karat gold
Around your neck,
Or where you pray
Why not a gothic cluster bomb,
On the front of your bible?
Or a Celtic dagger,
Blood tipped for Christ
The Pope says "no killing",
In the name of God
But in the name of freedom,
You can drop the bomb
Over fields of scapegoat,
And mass-produced martyrdom
Hallelujah! He has cometh!
Go now! Fetch the nail to his box!
