Some say my mind is not too smart,
Because, I like destroying ancient art,
I like to show that stuff don't last,
Especially, stuff that's from the distant past,
When I see old idols I see red,
Especially, of religions now long dead,
Those ancient things, they mock my ways,
And I bring their end of days,
The old statues and pottery I will pound to dust,
So, in graven images none will trust,
Then, to my new idols all will bend their knees,
And, worship only the old oak trees.
