Through tunnel vision watch him rant and rave
He says there's life beyond the grave
He lost his slice of the eternal cake
Well, God's in His Heaven and He's on the take
That's nice (that's nice) that's neat (that's neat)
It's bitter and it's sweet, is it trick and treat
You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast - now
Bits and pieces I remember slightly, it was a long time ago
We'd have our hot and holy conversations
And solve the problems of the drunken world
Now a clerical collar chokes at your convictions
You strangle slowly for the old addiction
It's Heaven's army and you're so professional
But listen closely to this closed confessional
That's nice (that's nice), it's neat (it's neat)
It's bitter and sweet, is it trick and treat
You're talkin' fast but you're preaching feast now
We'd take a recipe for religion
And bring it to the theological kitchen
Mix it up to make our own concoction
Believed in God but you'd shake a fist at him
And Ray, does it seem holy, hey Ray-ay, does it seem hard
And Ray-ay, it isn't that easy - now-ow
You said you spoke to God and asked a question
You were wonderin' what's the use of it all
He said everybody does what they want to
Provided that it's true, that's all
He said, hey Big G you said there's my problem
I'm not so sure 'bout what's true
He said I'll let you in on my big secret, Ray
The final truth is - there is no truth, and