Unto you, o God, God of Abraham
God of Issac, Jacob, of Moses
Thou shalt not be our God, o great I Am
Thou opened that door that this Court now closes
You see, God, you mistakenly thought this Court
Would continue in your error-fraught ways
That tell us what, when, who to abort.
Did you believe this Court mired in the old days?
You protected not your un-born, old and dusty god.
We know now where you go; go where we say.
We, the Supreme, we..well, we no longer applaud
The god who must do as we say today.
God of our fathers, we fail you and you fail us
If you're who you say you are...then by all means jail us.
