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It's bums on pews for the one-way view
Of the scary world outside
It's bombs on the news and we all sit glued
And pray for better when we die

Cos you don't get to be president yet
And you don't get to be king
And you don't get to be given the guns
Till you've done the religion thing

My God's bigger than
Your God's bigger than
His God's bigger than mine
Hands together, eyes closed
Who do you believe in? – Cos I don't

It's politic-man with your cross in his hand
Behind his back saying “don't blame me”
It's morality-man with his social plan
On thought for the day – I thought “fuck me”

If religion had the power
Or politicians had the soul
Would either be a unity
That wouldn't crave control?

[Chorus]

Then the God squad came with more of the same
And the president sang with the usual gang
Of caring for the kids in Afghanistan
Whose parents got killed by the Taliban

Who were given the power by Americans
Financed by right-wing Christians
Altogether now holding hands
Do the Gods of money and morality dance

[Chorus]

My God's bigger than
Your God's richer than
His God's armed to the teeth
It's a war for our souls and their love of control
Will take us beyond belief

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