Earth Mother, The Sun And The Furious Host Lyrics - Skyclad

He was just a lad of fifteen years 

Who barely fit his breeches 

A latter day Dick Whittington 

Who dreamt of fame and riches 

His teachers took him to one side 

And promised him the earth 

When all he really wanted 

Was a taste of wine and mirth. 

They said "Attend our university 

Accept responsibility 

Chant our mantra of morality 

Until your throat is sore." 

A feast of knowledge this contrite 

Could not supress his appetite 

"Please sir I want some more and more..." 

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Christianity was apparent as a fallacy 

The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 

The ones who have the answers 

Are they who pipe the dancers 

Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host. 

I'll give the whole nation 

A sound education 

Welcome to the school of hard knocks 

Where the ones who know the answers 

Are they that take their chances 

For a small fish cast into an ocean 

Full of unknown terrors 

There's nothing much to smile at 

In his comedy of errors. 

Where streets aren't really paved with gold 

And rags don't turn to riches 

In this catalogue of disasters 

The models were all bitches. 

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A Christ on every corner 

For a coin he'll save your soul 

But it's hard to be enlightened 

While you're queueing for your dole. 

When I think of all those shallow lies 

They fed me in the past 

There's one thing I must admit they've taught me... 

That is how to laugh 

At Christianity (it's nothing but a fallacy) 

The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost 

The ones who have the answers 

Are they who pipe the dancers 

Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host. 

This one's for the teachers 

Who want to be preachers 

Will God keep you warm 

When you're cold? 

You'd put those wracked by malnutrition 

Straight onto your diet of superstition.