Leave the wicked behind
Noe lock the ark door
There sinners not saints
May God help them
Through there peristalsis fate
They do wrong things
There hearts full of hate
They swap wives, Children to!
Oh my God this shall not do
Wash the earth clean
With water from above
Let heaven rain down
And get rid of the sludge
I thank thee God
For that i am safe
Aboard this ark of love
Because i have FAITH
G. R. J.