| Remember when there was a time
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| When you couldn’t congregate
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| When just one ruler took control
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| Of your moralistic fate
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| In helpless minds not free to think
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| Our music’s standing trial
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| The congregation’s losing sleep
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| Their words are turning vile
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| The jury’s tightly fisted hands
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| Are sporting huge erections
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| With eyes that cross and nostrils flared
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| They point in our direction
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| Tainted fumes of poison breath
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| Pollute the air with hate
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| It seems that their perception of reality’s
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| A little late
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| They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul
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| Crusading what they choose to call
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| The generation curse
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| Narrow minds still preaching us
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| Not for better, but for worse
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| And what’s that constant number
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| At the bottom of the screen
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| Donate your whole bank account
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| For all your hopes and dreams
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| So if you’re down and full of doubt
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| And with his guidance you’ll find
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| That life is but a bubble
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| But what’s the need for money dear?
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| When love is at your door
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| Me think’s what you’re raging
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| Is a bloody holy war
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| They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul
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| Hammer head flowers, spewing crow hate
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| Like ever searching ghosts, seeking goblin mate
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| Woodpeckers pecking, looking for a meal
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| Fate commands puppets like a gambler’s lucky wheel
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| The prosecution’s clamor is seeping through the walls
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| Dripping from the ceilings, creeping through the halls
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| Come forward take your vow, to help the cause
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| Time is of the essence, no more tug of war
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| Their sacrilegious evidence
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| Seems to be unreal
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| The ones who claim our motivation
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| Bears the devil’s seal
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| Just like the big bullies, in their glory
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| Looking for a fight
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| Obsessed with playing god
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| Not what’s wrong or right
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| There is no way to buy the rank
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| To rule eternity
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| Sorry Bud, it’s up to him
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| Not to you or me
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| And angels at their mercy
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| Have glorified this case
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| Excused them from the contest
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| Of the failing human race
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| They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul
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| Remember when there was a time
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| When it was bad to congregate
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| When life was sentenced execution
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| By the magistrate
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| With stronger minds now free to think
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| It seems we’ve won our case
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| The jury’s somehow disappeared
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| Left without a trace
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| Archaic ways had left them blind
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| They had no alibi
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| Just hearts of hate and minds of fear
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| To use to get them by
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| We’ve all in common faults and fears
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| Of one kind or another
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| Remember what the good book says
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| And learn to love your brother
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| They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul
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| They’re the congregation, send your money, save your soul |