Atheist In A Foxhole

We were born to be afraid of every friendly face we meet
To think that every shaken hand is followed by two kicking feet
That every smile, every nod, a vicious glare will soon delete

There's a war out on our streets

And like an atheist in a foxhole, I haven't got a prayer
So if you ever get to heaven, don't expect to see me there

The recipe, we've known for years, the ingredients on our shelves
In heaping lies we must indulge, into the truth we must not delve
Then battle on, midnight to noon; no sleep, no lunch when clock strikes twelve

There's a war within ourselves

And like an atheist in a foxhole, I haven't got a prayer
So if there's such a place as heaven, won't you please tell me where?

Load your gun, then point and shoot; spare no child, woman, or man
Or load your tongue with words to kill, claim what victories you can
Count your conquests, ask yourself how you used up your lifespan

There's a war within our clan

And like an atheist in a foxhole, I haven't got a prayer
So if there really is a heaven, as of now, I don't care!

We are running to no place; our eyes open, still we're blind
We are searching for nothing -- that's exactly what we'll find!
Push the "other" hard enough, the "other" will respond in kind!

There's a war for our hearts and minds

And like atheists in foxholes, WE haven't got a prayer
But I'm not afraid of hell because I know I'm already there.