Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host

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He was just a lad of fifteen years who barely fit his breeches A latter-day Dick Whittington who dreamt of fame and riches His teachers took him to one side and promised him the earth When all he really wanted was a taste of wine and mirth They said: "Attend our university, accept responsibility Chant our mantra of morality until your throat is sore." A feast of knowledge this contrite could not suppress his appetite "Please sir I want some more and more..." Christianity was apparent as a fallacy Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost. The ones who have the answers Are they who pipe the dancers Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host I'll give the whole nation a sound education Welcome to the school of hard knocks Where the ones who know the answers Are they that take their chances For a small fish cast into an ocean full of unknown terrors There's nothing much to smile at in his comedy of errors Where streets aren't really paved with gold and rags don't turn to riches In this catalogue of disasters, the models were all bitches A Christ on every corner, for a coin he'll save your soul But it's hard to be enlightened while you're queueing for your dole When I think of all those shallow lies they fed me in the past There's one thing I must admit they've taught me: That is how to laugh... ...at Christianity, it's nothing but a fallacy The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost The ones who have the answers Are they who pipe the dancers Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host This one's for the teachers who want to be preachers Will God keep you warm when you're cold? You'd put those wracked by malnutrition Straight onto your diet of superstition Yes, the ones who have the answers Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host