Lyrics

You know how on the TV they use squares to disguise their faces Well, if you squint your eyes you can recognise the rapists The murderers and scumbags with notches in their bumbags For every sad and lonely life they've ruined with a Stanley knife Dead on arrival The 90s revival Survival of the fittest, the fattest and the richest God save our travesty and call the next Jehovah's witness A child of the sixties born in the nineties A Siamese triplet from the test tube of a mad scientist Born dead on arrival The 90s revival (No, it's just… Oh, I can't think straight, that's all. I mean…) And yea, though I walk through the alley in the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, because I am evil Bring me some aspirin, some rope and some Valium Turn on the gas rings and phone the Samaritans And sit back and take in the gospel and bible Of the lip-smacking, jawbreaking, rip-roaring 90s revival God's not dead, no, he is alive God's not dead, no, he is alive