Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host - Skyclad

He was just a lad of fifteen years who barely fit his breeches

A latter-day Dick Whittington who dreamt of fame and riches

His teachers took him to one side and promised him the earth

When all he really wanted was a taste of wine and mirth

They said: «Attend our university, accept responsibility

Chant our mantra of morality until your throat is sore.»

A feast of knowledge this contrite could not suppress his appetite

«Please sir I want some more and more…»

Christianity was apparent as a fallacy

Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost

The ones who have the answers

Are they who pipe the dancers

Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host

I’ll give the whole nation a sound education

Welcome to the school of hard knocks

Where the ones who know the answers

Are they that take their chances

For a small fish cast into an ocean full of unknown terrors

There’s nothing much to smile at in his comedy of errors

Where streets aren’t really paved with gold and rags don’t turn to riches

In this catalogue of disasters, the models were all bitches

A Christ on every corner, for a coin he’ll save your soul

But it’s hard to be enlightened while you’re queueing for your dole

When I think of all those shallow lies they fed me in the past

There’s one thing I must admit they’ve taught me:

That is how to laugh…

…at Christianity, it’s nothing but a fallacy

The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost

The ones who have the answers

Are they who pipe the dancers

Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host

This one’s for the teachers who want to be preachers

Will God keep you warm when you’re cold?

You’d put those wracked by malnutrition

Straight onto your diet of superstition

Yes, the ones who have the answers

Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host