St. Patrick Day in the Holy Lands
They're falling and crawling out of bars
Urinating in people’s doorways
Playing hurly on top of their cars
It's the evolution of the species
The fittest have ended up here
Marinating in their selfish preserves
And a culture of alco-pops and beer.
Christmas Day in the evening
She brings a blade to her wrist
To see the blood the baby bled
And find some kind of feeling in this
It’s the end of the nuclear family
Broken it into a million pieces
Children becoming an inconvenience
As their anorexia and suicide increases.
A shopping mall on Easter Sunday
Another madman murder rampage
People enjoying a holy day off
Are the carnage of tomorrow’s front page
And the killer gets a tribute on Facebook
That’s the internet’s anarchic nerve
The expert on the late night news
Says we get the heroes we deserve.
There are some who still will speak of God
But we say that we couldn’t care less
We’ve long outgrown old fashioned suspicions
But still we want godliness
Still we want want godliness.