"The Great Caucasian God" lyrics
Upon a missile rode the Lord
Roaring justice is the sword
He was melting off the faces of the damned
You have heard of Noah's flood
That tale will pale against the blood
Pouring out and boiling in uranium sands
Don't you know atomic power
Is just God's celestial shower?
There are those that He has chosen
And those that He has not
There are many who will die
In the Lord's plan by and by
But it won't be you of I
Thanks to The Great Caucasian God
I said, "Lord, be thou near
Blot out everything that's strange to me
Everything that's queer"
I said, "Lord, don't be far
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God."
Does not the Lord abide in Texas down in Waco and the rest of every Israel that hubris ever claimed
Don't the Lord abide in prisons
Full of men with holy visions
Don't the Lord abide in every tent and cave
Does not the Lord abide in bunkers
Every rifle without number
Every Ruby Ridge and Rittenhouse and home
Does not the Lord abide in fear
In tactical gear
Don't the Lord abide in every hell-bent soul
I said, "Lord, be thou near
Blot out everything that's strange to me
Everything that's queer"
I said, "Lord, don't be far
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God."
Wanna take a moment to talk with y'all about death
There are many that fear death coming quick and swift in the night and taking from them the toil of their hands and the fruits of their labor
But I say unto you today
There ain't a crueler trick that death has played on man
That fooling a man into thinking that while his soul is dead inside
He is in fact alive on the outside
There is a foolish generation
Squandered all their fathers gave them
They are running out of time left to enjoy
They would kill and eat their own
If the TV told them so
So, they're keen to watch the world burn just to prove a point
And I said, "Lord, be thou near
Blot out everything that's strange to me
Everything that's queer"
I said, "Lord, don't be far
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God."
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God
Roaring justice is the sword
He was melting off the faces of the damned
You have heard of Noah's flood
That tale will pale against the blood
Pouring out and boiling in uranium sands
Don't you know atomic power
Is just God's celestial shower?
There are those that He has chosen
And those that He has not
There are many who will die
In the Lord's plan by and by
But it won't be you of I
Thanks to The Great Caucasian God
I said, "Lord, be thou near
Blot out everything that's strange to me
Everything that's queer"
I said, "Lord, don't be far
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God."
Does not the Lord abide in Texas down in Waco and the rest of every Israel that hubris ever claimed
Don't the Lord abide in prisons
Full of men with holy visions
Don't the Lord abide in every tent and cave
Does not the Lord abide in bunkers
Every rifle without number
Every Ruby Ridge and Rittenhouse and home
Does not the Lord abide in fear
In tactical gear
Don't the Lord abide in every hell-bent soul
I said, "Lord, be thou near
Blot out everything that's strange to me
Everything that's queer"
I said, "Lord, don't be far
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God."
Wanna take a moment to talk with y'all about death
There are many that fear death coming quick and swift in the night and taking from them the toil of their hands and the fruits of their labor
But I say unto you today
There ain't a crueler trick that death has played on man
That fooling a man into thinking that while his soul is dead inside
He is in fact alive on the outside
There is a foolish generation
Squandered all their fathers gave them
They are running out of time left to enjoy
They would kill and eat their own
If the TV told them so
So, they're keen to watch the world burn just to prove a point
And I said, "Lord, be thou near
Blot out everything that's strange to me
Everything that's queer"
I said, "Lord, don't be far
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God."
I am in need
Of a friend indeed
The Great Caucasian God
Writer(s): Jesse Allen Breckenridge Welles
