I’m bleepin’ sick to death of all the people
who see a fiery sun and claim their god
hath made it so to rise behind their steeple
to shine upon the ways that christians trod
One puny star – our sun – and not eternal!
[A podunk planet, in the scheme of things.]
Their retro-minds are really quite infernal
when denigrating truths that science brings.
They’d rather picture Adam than an atom.
They praise The Great Creator on their knees.
But… who made him – oh, no one? – can’t they fathom:
you may as well say that of galaxies!
If god there is is, then why’d he make them dumb?
[…an’ lambs is whatchya git yer lambchops from.]