I am a radical with a lot of causes
The postmodern human of tomorrow
The Dickensian with a shot of Conrad.
I take morality with a grain of salt,
Because I let the dead bury the dead,
And I dance with the angels of tomorrow,
They take me on a journey to the moon.

Morality is a vice, they say play nice.
Morality is a vice, they mean fall in line. 

On the moon, I dance with angels and aliens,
We sing of humanity and its condition.
Morality dictates race and gender.
Little girls and little boys are born to hate,
Because violence keeps us at each others throats.
A fury of lustful rage keeps the earth blind,
So we decide to descend.

Morality is a vice, they say play nice.
Morality is a vice, they mean fall in line.

Demons await our spaceship of angels and aliens,
We rendezvous in the spirit of 1969 and plan our next step.
As we march forward we sing the ancient hymn

'Love never spared a sinner,
Hate never cured a saint,
Soon is the night of reckoning,
Then let no heart be faint,
Teach us to fly from shelter,
Teach us to love the cold,
Life's for the free and fearless-
Death's for the bought and sold!'

Morality is a vice, they say play nice.
Morality is a vice, they mean fall in line.