Cast out of Eden/tricked by a snakenBrother killing brother/the mighty flood's wakenGlad I was not amongnThose kept off that boatnBoy, they was much badder timesnWhen the Bible was wrotenThen come slavery/then come cursenthen come death-cloud/for the first birthnGlad I was not livingnI don't mean to gloatnBut Boy! they was much badder timesnWhen the Bible was wrotenDeceived with a kiss/Peter deniesnThe crowd calls to Pilate/thorns cover hist eyesnJesus is crucifiednAnd I do quotenBoy they was much badder timesnWhen the bible was wroten