where were you when the house burned down
and they boarded up the town
charred remains in a plastic dome
of what used to be a home
the cleaners took forever and they still came up short
chucked the dead wood out the port

there’s no god left to save us
it’s all on perished ground
let the nuns get back to hanging
from the only trees around
there’s no god left to save us
no cherished parish now
leave the priests be as they sleep off
any resting holy sound

they said it was a mother, bright and squeaky clean
trying a new recipe to keep herself restrained
they said it was her daughter, edge of seventeen
trying to catch a high off the stove’s gas flame
they said it was her father, burned out by work
letting off some pent-up steam

there’s no god left to save us
it’s all on perished ground
let the nuns get back to doping
as they try to meet their lord
there’s no god left to save us
no cherished parish now
let the priests get back to drinking
of what left they can afford

nine dead homeless
and six mutilated
crop circles now squares
pets incinerated
the church stood tall through it all
as happy families burned
in a prayer-heavy season
where nobody learned

praise be to no one

there’s no god left to save us
it’s all on perished ground
let the nuns get back to smoking
the ashes of their sons
there’s no god left to save us
no cherished parish now
hope the priests get back from running
cause they left with their guns