Stop StopnDon't tell me this is realnCome pinch me nownHold on, is that my fathernWaking me from my sleepnnYou want to make historynBut now you'll seenThe lions about to roarnAnd as the eagle soarednUp high into the treesnYou toast your glassnAnd raise your hands in victorynnWhat's this so called religionnPracticing peace and lovenHow different this could have beennIf they had the one true God