The gods are staggering across the Earth in their chains,
The god's are dying, clutching at lost fortune and fame.
The feel-good god and the lord of science,
Democracy's blind and bewildered giants,
The hammer and the sickle and the modern appliance are the staggering gods.
The staggering gods.
The gods are stumbling, hopeless and sick unto death,
The gods we worship are gasping for their final breath.
The feel-good god and the lord of science,
Democracy's blind and bewildered giants,
The hammer and the sickle and the modern appliance,
All the staggering gods.
The staggering gods.
We hear a terrible noise that gives them away; the thud of worn out shoes and cracking feet of clay,
We've heard the stammering words of these dying kings and we shudder at the sound (the dying gods) of these fearsome things.
The gods are fumbling, they're weak and they're ready to fall, (here come the dying gods)
The gods are human, not one of them can help us at all (here come the dying gods)
The feel-good god and the lord of science,
Democracy's blind and bewildered giants,
The hammer and the sickle and the modern appliance,
All the staggering gods,
All the staggering gods,
All the staggering gods.
Here come, here come all the staggering gods,
All the staggering gods, (here come the staggering gods)
All the staggering gods, (here come the staggering gods)
All the staggering gods, (here come the staggering gods)
All the staggering gods.
