Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic
(lines in verses usually end with
a pair of packed syllables)
Mine eyes have seen the coming of the Christian Coalition
Making scapegoats of minorities to use as ammunition
To condemn who isn’t with ’em, to accuse them of perdition.
I’ve dreamed they sing this song:
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Oh, how very well we fool ya!
Don’t you notice it’s peculiar?
His truth we trample on!
4 more verses and final chorus…