God Is Dead

God is dead, in my shed
Better red, living in my head
Best unsaid
Filling me with dread
God is dead put it in my shed
Better dead than red
The dog is fed
God is dead, definitely dead

I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you

Chicago school
Treats us like fools
Viva Chavez, Viva Allende
God is Dead
He's buried in my shed
The free market is still not dead
Wartime leaders get Nobel peace prizes
God is dead
He's definitely dead

I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn't lie to you

Even though he was really never my own
Even though he was really never my own