the times they're a changing
i hear the call for a revolution
and you're not part of our solution
i won't shut my mouth no more
my heart won't never be ignored like before
it doesn't need to be debated
'cause my hate was just belated but awaited
on a 42-inch plasma screen
i watch the tears of jesus
crying out all gods are dead
and hacked into little pieces
we're approved by the weather gods
and all the others share our blood
though i don't even speak the language
i can surely feel the hellish anguish
go ahead and throw the first stone
and suck your kingdom to the bone
awake the gods on olympus for us
on a 42-inch plasma screen
i watch the tears of jesus
crying out all gods are dead
and hacked into little pieces