Roy Harper - The Spirit Lives lyrics

Where once were men are now but sheep -a fiction and far cry From planet earth's proud animal -who would be you and I. Alas, our forebears drank the cup of poisoned alibi And made excuses far and wide, and made God in the sky. This boogaloo's now round the world -bad trips for everyone. No more the man of paradise or the Celt of Albion. They queue like burning moths to spread the all-time vicious lie. You christians destroyed our tribe -I'll fight you till I die. And you can cut me down for what I said But goodness lives where God is dead. The history of religion is the history of the State Incestuous exploiters of a catalogue of hate. The man of peace was over-run by armies of the "Lord" Who signed their names to any war and sang to praise the sword. The mission heads for outer space the voices ring and swell With aeons of self-righteousness the senseless echoes knell The words get much more meaningless -even plainer to tell That those who would pronounce this God are those who make this hell. And you can cut me down for what I said But goodness lives where God is dead. LOVE IS THE great triumph over christianity. She made a fool of silly priests. She mocked authority. She filled her bed with happiness.She gripped his loins for joy And felt ecstatic agonies and screamed the sweetest cry. Her children are the legacy of failure to be chained An everasting mutiny of flowers where it rained. They rise out of oppression They speak with one accord. The fountains breath- the spirit lives- The future rests a**ured. And to say that God is dead presupposes that he was at some time alive. Ooooo what a young fool I am.