Michael

Give us our bread and bury our dead

And kneel to the cross on the wall

Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake

Just kneel to the cross on the wall

We've original sin, but we might just get in

If we beg to the cross on the wall

It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours

But kneel to that cross on the wall.



See the roof fall, hear the bells crash

As flesh and bone turn to ash

Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost

The corpses' stench beneath the cross



Give them gold and they'll save your soul

And kneel to the cross on the wall

Hail to the boss of the great unwashed

And kneel to the cross on the wall

They wail and weep, the march of the sheep

As they go to the cross on the wall

And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong

So kneel to the cross on the wall