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"I'm marching to Zion, a camera in my hand.
I hear people cryin', dyin' for this bloodstained land.
The streets of old Jerusalem
Are lined with souvenirs and those buying them.
It sounds cold, but I cannot see
How this theme park has shaped history.

Cause virgins don't have babies
And water, it isn't wine.
And there's a holy spirit, maybe
But she would never rent a room with walls made by man kind.
Mary and Mohammed
Are screaming through the clouds
For you to lay your goddamned arms down
Rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground.

Stand in line patiently
To supercharge your rosary
Or stuff your prayers inside this wall
We once had God trapped in this great hall.
But we've been cast out from this place
They say a prophet floated from here to outer space.
Am I crazy? Maybe it's me,
But this all sounds like mythology...

Cause virgins don't have babies
And water, it isn't wine.
And there's a holy spirit, maybe
But she would never rent a room with walls made by man kind.
Mary and Mohammed
Are screaming through the clouds
For you to lay your goddamned arms down
Rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground.

Zeus was afraid of his girlfriend
So he swallowed her in bed.
Then he bore forth Athena
When they cracked open his head.
Her brother tried to rape her.
Athena got away
And when his seed hit the ground
The grass gave birth that day.
Now we all freely admit
This story's clearly bullshit.
No one would lay down their life
Or start a war for it.

So throw your stones and pray
You'll be rewarded someday.
I hope it all goes your way
But something tells me...
No one's coming to save you.
No one's coming to save you.
No one's coming to save you.
Save yourselves
From turning earth into hell.

No one's coming to save you.
No one's coming to save you.
No one's coming to save you.
No one's coming to save you.

Mary and Mohammed
Are screaming through the clouds
For you to lay your goddamned arms down
Rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground.


- Jay Brannan, "Goddamned"