vial of hope and a vial of pain,
In the light they both looked the same.
Poured them out on into the world,
On every boy and every girl singing

It’s the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival,
If the Neon Bible is right.

Take the poison of your age
Don’t lick your fingers when you turn the page,
What I know is what you know is right
In the city it’s the only light.

It’s the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival,
If the Neon Bible is right.

Oh God! well look at you now!
Oh! you lost it, but you don’t know how!
In the light of a golden calf,
Oh God! I had to laugh!

Take the poison of your age
Don’t lick your fingers when you turn the page,
It was wrong but you said it was right,
In the future I will read at night.

In the Neon Bible, the Neon Bible
Not much chance for survival,
If the Neon Bible is [bad word]