Tabloids, bellowing raw delight Hail the return of the Teutonic Knights Inbred for purity and spoiling for a fight, Another little puppet of the New Right See-through dollars and mystery plagues Varied detritus of Aquarian Age Shutters on storefronts and shutters in the mind - We kill ourselves to keep ourselves safe from crime. That's the gospel of bondage... We're so afraid of disorder we make it into a god We can only placate with state security laws Whose church consists of secret courts and wiretaps and shocks Whose priests hold smoking guns, and whose sign is the double cross But God must be on the side of the side that's right And not the right that justifies itself in terms of might - Least of all a bunch of neo-nazis running hooded through the night Which may be why He's so consipicuously out of sight Of the gospel of bondage... You read the Bible in your special ways You're fond of quoting certain things it says - Mouth full of righteousness and wrath from above But when do we hear about forgiveness and love? Sometimes you can hear the Spirit whispering to you, But if God stays silent, what else can you do Except listen to the silence? if you ever did you'd surely see That God won't be reduced to an ideology Such as the gospel of bondage...