Armageddon Time Songtext
von Syd Matters

Is it a gospel of some sort?
Like we′re in a church
I'm not allowed here
I′ve got no business here

Only watching the people going out
Watching the people coming in
Raise their hands, raise their hands (ah)
I'm hiding behind the altar
Taking pictures, taking notes
They're praying with their eyes closed
They′re singing their heart out

The man in the back
Is he crying his heart out?
I′m just wondering
Is he suffering for the living?
Is he mourning for the dead?
Is it Hell I see below him?
Is it Heaven above his head?


So I jump over the altar
I am weeping like a child
I don't mind the frightened faces
Or the rumble in the aisle

And I walk towards the people
I hear the priest behind my back
Saying something about the devil
Saying something about the dark

Now he grabs me by the collar
Now he pushes me on the ground
And he′s calling me a liar
He's calling me a thief

He says, "You will burn in the fire
Of the river underneath"
Now you listen carefully
For it′s not a game I play
You listen to what I say

Believe your master, sharpen your knives and pray
Slay the newborn, make them pay
Now the hatred is getting bigger
Like The Dunwich Horror, day after day


(Ah, ah, ah)
Is it a gospel of some sort?
Like we're in a church
I′m not allowed here
I've got no business here