God Made The Virus - McCarthy

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