Every song's a kind of prayer
Every prayer is a kind of advertising jingle
Every jingle is a kind of epitaph
A song and prayer to the volcano god
They say he has an invisible hand
Builds up the wealth of nations
But the hand that I see everyday
Takes away, takes away
Volcano god, volcano god
Which one of my treasures
Will you take from me today?
Volcano god, volcano god
Praise you with my screams
As I watch them fall away
When Spartacus was up on his cross
Bet you that he had no illusions
What he was an advertisement for
As he sang out his last song-prayer
Volcano god, volcano god
Which one of my treasures
Will you take from me today?
Volcano god, volcano god,
Praise you with my screams
As I watch them fall away
Volcano god, volcano god
Your appetite grows stronger
With each morsel that you're fed
Volcano god, Volcano god
Praise you with my screams
Till you decide to make me dead
V'imru, imru amen