When I was a little one, they told me
   that he lived in flames
   That he raped and stole and killed and maimed
   and that he loved to curse our names
   That he came in fire and the smell of hell
   and he only took the evil folk
   That he'd snort and breathe the flesh of dead
   and that you knew him by the smoke
   that he left behind
  
   CHORUS:
   Well, then animal is bigger than I thought
   I said the animal is bigger than I thought
   Well, the animal is bigger- way bigger than I'd ever
   thought before
   but I'll tell you this my friend, he won't win in the end
   cause he's not big enough
  
   Well, I'm a little bit older now, and
   I think I'm just beginning to see
   that he hides in your pocket in the evening sun
   slides in your home at the turn of the key
   That he smiles in his suit as he shakes your head
   and he asks about the baseball game
   That he dresses in the latest, and he knows all the phrases
   and he never forgets a name
   And if you come to him with an armload of sin
   and a life that's a total mess
   he'll tell you you're okay. You didn't do nothing wrong
   and you're experiencing too much stress
  
   He'll tell you you work hard three hundred days a year
   for the money in your bank account
   and there ain't no reason that he can think of
   that you should give any of it out
   Well, those people on the street are all shiftless and lazy
   They aint' worth the clothes they fit
   He'll tell you you're so right and you can feel okay
   because at church you always give a little bit
  
   We'll he'll whisper in your ear when you're tired
   and he'll inform you of some regret
   or he'll slide and he'll slither in a sexy way
   off the glass on your television set
   He'll pull your gaze off of someone's eyes
   right to another place
   He'll hand you glossy dreams of some earthly queen
   in leather and chains or lace
   You'll say, "there's nothing I can do
   I got to go down you know the passion is way too strong"
   He'll tell you that's okay. Don't let yourself
   cause that passion'll make you live longer
  
   He'll tell you now "You can believe anything you want
   and there's no such thing as truth
   And as soon as something real even touches your soul
   well, he'll throw away the proof
   He says that reason is the thing that makes you human
   Without it, you will die
   And that Faith is a farce for the foolish and the feeble
   who have fallen for an opium lie
   Now that's not your game, he'll dictate to you
   You know that stuff ain't real
   And they may have paid Judas thirty pieces of silver
   But that Jesus guy wasn't worth steel