Lyrics The Sword Of God - Quasi

The Sword Of God

Against the grain, a stray from the herd
Jumped up on the stage to mumble empty words
A walking anachronism;
a real museum piece —
A drug-dazed Argonaut, without the Golden Fleece
Just then the Sword of God sppeared out of thin air…
Meanwhile everyone was lining up to see
Sheep in wolve’s clothing dancing on TV
Stars in their eyes — or are they dollar signs?
An unsuspected enemy, deep behind the lines
Again the Sword of God appears out of thin air…