Lyric

The Angel of Chaos came to my room
You're late, I said
(checking my calendar)
He replied to the effect that I should be
burning Bibles to keep homeless guys warm
on nights such as these
feeding evangelists to endangered species
compelling conservatives to volunteer
at rehabilitation clinics worldwide
burying rich men without their silver coffins
so that they decay quicker and furnish flora
patching up the ozone layer with BNP flyers

Naturally I was suspicious
I said, that sounds an awful lot like putting the world in order
The Angel of Chaos shrugged and said,
That's not what they reckon