"The Rajahs of Erase"

A song:

Godwhacker


A song whose lyrics are as fine as its very fine music. A treat to all those bitter atheists out there who, as Steve Martin noted, "don't have no songs".

Not many, anyway. This one's for you, atheists.

In the beginning

We could hang with the dude

But it's been too much of nothing

Of that stank attitude

Now they curse your name

And there's a bounty on your face

It's your own fault daddy

Godwhacker's on the case


We track your almighty ass thru seven heaven worlds

Me, Slinky Redfoot

And our trusty angel-girls

And when the stars bleed out

That be the fever of the chase

You better get gone poppie

Godwhacker's on the case




Be very very quiet

Clock everything you see

Little things might matter later

At the start of the end of history

Climb up the glacier

Across bridges of light

We sniff you, Big Tiger











In the forest of the night


'Cause there's no escape

From the Rajahs of Erase

Better run run run

Godwhacker's on the case


Be very, very quiet

Clock everything you see

Little things might matter later

At the start of the end of history

Yes we are the Godwhackers

Who rip and chop and slice

For crimes beyond imagining

It's time to pay the price

You better step back son

Give the man some whacking space

You know this might get messy

Godwhacker's on the case