Barbarians at the door, hide supplies and change
Under the tail, under the tail, under the tail
And the organ traffickers, and the vandals' raids
They're in fashion, they're in fashion, they're in fashion
A mystic visionary at the university
Told me utopia will save us
Teetotalers in an alcoholic coma from unhappiness
The Mass is over now, kids, go in peace
The wind dies down, no dissent, all's quiet again
Who's hoping for a miracle
We work through grief with an Amen
From the rich with an ascetic look to the poor in spirit
We forget everything with an Amen
The athletic bearing, the cosmetic treatment
They're in fashion, they're in fashion, always in fashion
I've got the monk's robe, the philosopher's beard
I wag my tail, I wag my tail, tail flick
Jesus has turned agnostic, the killers convert
Someone's already smelling of sainthood
The crowd lines up in the stores of uselessness
The offer's already over, friends, go in peace
The wind dies down, no dissent, all's quiet again
Who's hoping for a miracle
We work through grief with an Amen
From the rich with an ascetic look to the poor in spirit
We forget everything with an Amen
We forget everything with an Amen
We forget everything with an Amen
And man fell asleep and, in the dream, created the world
There he lived in harmony with the birds of the sky and the fish of the sea
The spontaneous earth gave its fruits in abundance
There was no war, no death, no illness, no suffering
Who's hoping for a miracle
We work through grief with an Amen
From the rich with an ascetic look to the poor in spirit
We forget everything with an Amen
We forget everything with an Amen
We forget everything with an Amen