O my brothers

Please may I remind you

Not by way of warning

Nor to sermonize you

That we've all been here before

'Cause warnings and sermons

Live in tract houses

And shop at supermarkets

In their Sears and Roebuck blouses

Please excuse the metaphor

But just let me tell you

What now has come to pass

The revelations of year one

Have turned around at last

They're gonna get us as before

T'ain't nothin' new in store



Here we go around again

World without end amen



Slay the Christians, burn the witches

Persecute the Jews

Sit back and watch a revolution

On the late night news

It's like reviving vintage films

Hurt your lovers, enslave your brothers

Laugh at the saints and fools

Remember how the king of kings

Rode humbly on a mule

If you don't then get your seat

The show's about to repeat



Here we go around again

World without end amen