The devil wrote all the good tunes
Before churchmen thought to steal them,
Not that there's so much difference
Between churchmen and the devil.
We live our lives, but by and large,
We never feel them. Lord knows this,
And his adversary as well.
Each signs numb soldiers to his side.
So what are we supposed to do?
Sing the sacred hymns? Go marching
As to war? Rebel? Fall? Be glad
That we are fallen to this world
Of battle hymns and sacred chants,
Monastic groans and gospel songs
And beer hall revels and dance halls
Thumping with desire to forget?