We pray to you, o nothing
To the cold and heartless void
And though you cannot answer
We never get annoyed
We worship Richard Dawkins and
The lovely Brian Cox
Who sport their heathen head-gear
And put on godless frocks

From “The God Delusion”
We divine our moral code
And from Mr Hitchens
A sacramental for the road
We reject your sky-god for
A sinful life, it's true
We just want to blaspheme and
Have rampant bumming too

Every sunday morning
Science opens all our eyes
We watch Carl Sagan's “Cosmos” and
We bake fresh apple pies
Darwin's theory is the
Sacred law by which we live
We denounce the profane
Creation hypothesis

Just one final thought we
Want to get in to your skull
This shit never happens 'cause
It's not a faith at all
Atheism is the absence
Of belief in gods
It's not a religion
Your argument's a fraud ...

... A-rseholes

Music by Frederick C. Maker. Lyrics by Intermittent Explosive Disorder
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