In a world of us and them
It happens now and then
That faith becomes a battle
Between two cultured men
Father john was said to feel
That only god was real
Whereas michael was a rebel
An atheist with zeal
Both traveled overseas
To lecture their beliefs
And disparage the foundation of the others ideals
A day was fixed upon
To weigh the goings-on
The saintly father john was saying
I've always been right
The word makes me strong
Always been right
And everyone else wrong
We've always been right
To fight how we've fought
Always been right
And everyone else
Has always been, always been wrong
And so the day turned into night
The crowd had become wild
No one knew the matter
But they were eager to fight
Next morning when it cleared
Old john had disappeared
His brother found his bible
But it was torn and smeared
And michael was revived
He spent the night inside
The temple he had loathed and ridiculed all his life
And at the crack of dawn
He knelt down by the throne
Begging for the gods to listen
They've always been right
To do what they've done
Always been right
And everyone else wrong
They've always been right
To teach how they've taught
Always been right
And everyone else
Has always been wrong
They've always been right
