Somebody wrote a book.
They spoke an ancient language.
There's countless ways to read it,
But here's the hook, we gotta love each other.

Then shit got obfuscated.
Mad hatters land-grabbers, slave-trader's agendas.
And money, money, money, fell like manna from the sky.

If God is on my side.
If God is on your side.
Then who do I call about the murder of my only child?

Who's gonna do his will,
When you got no clear directive?
There's gold in them there hills boys,
Go ahead and grab it, body-bag it up, uh.

And fantasize with your buddies, white picket fence facing Mecca.
You betcha you deserve it for your service to the nation.
Such a shame about your reputation.

If God is on my side.
If God is on your side.
Then who do I call about the murder of my only child?

If God is on my side.
If God is on your side.
Then who do I call about the murder of my only child?

Oh! If God is on my side.
If God is on your side.
Then who do I call about the murder of my only child?