Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Made The Virus, artist - McCarthy. Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Song language: English
God Made The Virus |
| In this hotbed of vice, in this nursery of sin |
| Let them perish like flies in the reckoning |
| Your evil acts that none can name |
| Let them pave the way to the grave |
| God made the virus to punish the wicked |
| Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new, in the new, in the new |
| The sixties was an evil time |
| Everybody took drugs and had sex all the time |
| On the darkest night was the day to them |
| But a sun arose to kill them |
| God made the virus to punish the wicked |
| Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new |
| This pious plague |
| Is seeking out sin |
| Makes me believe |
| It’s our turn to win |
| Though you’ve slaughtered the foe of the family |
| This holy disease wastes the enemy |
| If you’d only send a special death |
| For the lesbians and the communists |
| God made the virus to punish the wicked |
| Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new |
| This pious plague |
| Is seeking out sin |
| Makes me believe |
| It’s our turn to win |
| God made the virus to punish the wicked |
| Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new |
| God made it to punish the wicked |