In this hotbed of vice, in this nursery of sin Let them perish like flies in the reckoning Your evil acts that none can name Let them pave the way to the grave
God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new, in the new, in the new
The sixties was an evil time Everybody took drugs and had sex all the time On the darkest night was the day to them But a sun arose to kill them
God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new
This pious plague Is seeking out sin Makes me believe It's our turn to win
Though you've slaughtered the foe of the family This holy disease wastes the enemy If you'd only send a special death For the lesbians and the communists
God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new
This pious plague Is seeking out sin Makes me believe It's our turn to win
God made the virus to punish the wicked Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new God made it to punish the wicked
Compositores: Timothy John Gane (Gane Tim), Gary Baker, John Robert Williamson, Malcolm Edwin Eden ECAD: Obra #6267557