O my brothers Please may I remind you Not by way of warning Nor to sermonize you That we've all been here before
'Cause warnings and sermons Live in tract houses And shop at supermarkets In their Sears and Roebuck blouses Please excuse the metaphor But just let me tell you What now has come to pass The revelations of year one Have turned around at last They're gonna get us as before T'ain't nothin' new in store
Here we go around again World without end amen
Slay the Christians, burn the witches Persecute the Jews Sit back and watch a revolution On the late night news It's like reviving vintage films
Hurt your lovers, enslave your brothers Laugh at the saints and fools Remember how the king of kings Rode humbly on a mule If you don't then get your seat The show's about to repeat