God, God is a bullet And religion is a loaded gun Prod, poke, push and pull it Every zealot loco is some mother's son It's coming down, coming down It's coming down again Burns their blood soaked Bibles And she tears the halos from their saints Turn to love for survival Escape her traps and restraints It's coming down, it's coming down It's coming down again Reach out and touch me And give me Absolution Reach out and touch me with your love Reach out and touch me And give me Absolution Reach out and touch me with your love Sends her sons to war Behind a bloody flag and a filthy lie Defends her greed for more And watches as she lets her children die It's coming down, it's coming down Coming down again Reach out and touch me And give me Absolution Reach out and touch me with your love Reach out and touch me And give me Absolution Reach out and touch me with your love Reach out and touch me And give me Absolution Reach out and touch me with your love Reach out, touch me And give me Absolution Reach out and touch me with your love