Are we ready? We are   Get a load of that   And get a taste of freedom   Your campaign for holy host is not all that easy   I promised you a garden   Not an empire of worms   That flood you with possession & sailboats & seasons   Not now - forever in love with death   Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe   Of sweet victory on the sea   'Til the morning arrives with her litter of trash   Bathing in the new grapes of wrath   I could make him a political savior   And I minor mutant of the cosmos   This waffle of religion   And Catholic infiltration   Smoke with Indians   Electric Indians   True blue Indians   Guru Indians   Not now - forever in love with death   Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe   Of sweet victory on the sea   'Til the morning arrives with her offspring of filth   Bathing in the product of her wealth