Liar! liar! hypocrite! hypocrite!
Walking out from his palace of treasures
In his divine glorious chariot of gold
Waving hands oh so covered with jewels
While poor children, die in the cold
Inside his towers of integrity and steel
They speak to all about freedom and justice
Convincing the world they're the bringers of peace
They fire their shotguns to kill the weak
Their putrid mouths so full with hipocrisy
Their rotting vomit the sickness of the world
Kill the leeches that want to enslave your soul
Refuse their lies - resist their mass control
Look all the lives they stealed
Look all the blood they spilled
You must trust the truth within your mind
You must trust the blood inside your veins
The - war - must - start - now!
Walking out from his palace of pleasures
In his vile, putrid chariot of mold
Waving hands oh so filthy with evil
Naked children kneeling blindfold
Inside his mansions of pretensiousness and filth
Reaching out for your freedom and money
Washing minds of the poor and the weak
Lie is their tool for supremacy
You must fight their empire of wickedness
You must cut this tumour from our world
Load your guns - fight for your liberty
They must die!
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