Cross a poem with a song. Beds are Burning.

How can God love, when all beds are burning.
How can God love, when Linda Blair head is turning
The time has cum, to say adult sex is fair
We paid the rent, we gave our share

The time has come, sex is fact, it belongs to us, hell give it back
How can we dance when fornicators are burning
How do we sleep while God in bed turning
Let God have hell, fortacator hot nightclubs
Live together in a luv-pub.

How dose God love, when they kill in his name
How can God love when war and prisons is his game

The time has come, God is not State eagle
Our beds are not burning, all plants are legal.
The time has come, fact is fact,
Nature belongs to all of us, So give it back.