In long years of ancient time stood alone a friend of mine Reflected by the ever burning sigh of a god who happened by And in the dawn there came the song Of some sweet lady singing in his ear Your god has gone and from now on You'll have to learn to hate the things you fear We want to know are we inside the womb Of passion plays in thy righteousness consumed Or just in lush contentment of our souls And so began the age of man And they left his body in the sand Their glasses raised to a god on high Who smiled upon them from the sky So take the stage Spin down the ages Loose the passion Spill the rage upon your son Who holds the gun up to your head The play's begun Then God the director smells a rat Pulls another rabbit from His hat Sniffs the air and He says Well that's that I'm going