Go McTell it on the mountain ( Streets of London )

Have you seen the poor man 

In the closed-minded religion

Kicking up its papers, 

with their thread bare knowledge? 

In his eyes you see great pride 

And held loosely at his side 

Yesterday's scriptures telling yesterday's fantasy 

So I can see how you've been mislead, 

And see how for you that the sun don't shine 

Let me take you by the hand and lead you through out the gates of Eden
I'll show you a modern 21st Century century view of reality 

Have you seen the poor girl 

Who walks imaginary history of the Bible

Dirt in her brain and her clothes in rags? 

She's no time for researching, 

She just keeps right on walking 

Carrying her home in two testaments. 

In the all night world view

At a quarter past eleven, 

Same old man is sitting there on his own 

Imagining a fantasy world 

Caught in a storm in a tea-cup, 

His tea lasts an lifetime 

Then he wanders home alone 

So how can you tell me you're lonely, 
And say for you that the sun don't shine? 
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London 
I'll show you something to make you change your mind 

And have you seen the old man 

Studying evolution by natural selection
Becoming more excited
By all the books he reads
In evolution of culture
He finds a good explanation for life
Lays down religion's heavy burden
And sees the world that's really there