The head of priests say their prayers, sing their psalms, and wave their charms
They save their souls, they sell their fears, they grow their beards, and shave their heads

And then we all
Try to make up our minds

Keeps shoving those double-thick slices of electric salad down my throat
Stop slipping those thinly-spread, buttered salmon sandwiches into my suit

Lyrics submitted by Cynothoglys

And Then... / Coda song meanings
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    My InterpretationA pretty clear and harsh stab at religion, in particular the comparison of being forcefed ideas to "salmon sandwiches", which I admit is a really effing weird image.
    Cynothoglyson May 23, 2010   Link

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