Swacked,
Choose your penalty.
Strike a rival with a JU-JU
From the tallest tree.

Mauler wrist,
Follow history;
With your secrets hallelujah!
I proceed on thee.

You're so cruel,
But so fond of you.
I like weekend cracker dip
But why don't you?

Tamed my brother
Go unseen.
Your contributions,
So sick of asking
Stop wasting my time!

So I ask
If we can leave this fickle ol' mess behind.
My legs turn to stone.
My faith in my pride.

Find a way to exploit it!
You'll take his name,
Hold no shame
With the sinners intolerance!
They'll put you up on an alter
Picking from the dirt son!
Sell your faith
Because they're dumb enough to buy it...

There will you hold in your hands,
It's time for a show.
Line up...

Every holy day is your excuse
To sell a miracle of light!
And your fat pockets
Keep your money warm
From the clammy hands
Of your weekend whore.
We'll call you out!
Where you running now?
You fucking clown!

Find a way to exploit it!
You'll take his name
Hold no shame
With the sinners intolerance!
Sell your faith
So you can fucking choke on it!!!


Lyrics submitted by KritikalMotion, edited by Logicalrust

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