Bring us your trinkets Your baubles of gold Join the debauchry The young and the old Let us bow down To this great golden calf Darken our spirits As we dance and we laugh The golden calf takes shape; The idol of black hearts The whole deed From the sum of it's parts From the healer of sorrow Came a great molten blast With holy tongue of fire The commandments were cast Down from the mountain With two tablets of stone His countenance white Moses walked down alone Instructed by God To bring the people his word Intoxicated by evil Their judgement obscured Why should we listen To this set of his rules? Deeper in sin Sinks this assembly of fools Thou shalt not make graven images Visiting evil in the land of the dust Thou shalt not have Other gods before me Then - only then Can you truly be free Let us bow down to the King of Kings Melt down this idol and the evil it brings