As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred

Buh nuh neer nuh neer neer...Buh nuh neer nuh neer neer

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred.

Buh nuh neer nuh neer neer...Buh nuh neer nuh neer neer

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked

Buh nuh neer nuh neer neer...Buh nuh neer nuh neer neer...