Down the River

I'm afraid of the bomb Aliens take me home - we're polluted I'm the spokesman of the wrong Politically incorrect - all along, to the body of the preacher They've done something - very wrong I'm belly up on the river I see these angels in the sky Caring not for them - but why? They move mouths now in disguise The devine intervention full of lies Truth seeks an end to swatting flies We are all just the same Bawling rivers, drowning rain Rise our sun up to dry our day Taking solitude as we pray I'm taking solitude in the bomb I find this position in the signs As profit I witness God doing fine.