Lyrics:

Scream
When Sunday
Finally comes
And God
Isn't there

Scream
The farmer's
Work is done
And the rain
Isn't there

Scream
Investment
Bankers won
And the money
Isn't there

Scream
The soldier
Has his gun
And the war
Isn't where

We thought it would be
Post-enlightenment free
Just as the sun will set
We will pay our debt

Scream
If thousands
Speak as one
God will
Be there
Scream