On your bended knees you look so sweet
It's time to pray again
By the gray light of my ten inch TV
It's time to pray again
When it hurt and tears come
I like to taste them
Salted sadness rolls from a heart
That begs for what can never be given
Now it's time to pray again
Now it's time to pray
Do your knees hurt yet?
Like the rest you think you can touch me inside? Hahahahahaha...
How does you mother pray
How does your sister pray
I will tell you all the words to say
Believe in nothing
Junk food war on the working class
Mashed up future married out of your cast
A xenophobic crucification
Moral duty dereliction
Cancer on a bill board sky
Death of love three times deny
Tears of ice that melt and run
Down cheeks without compassion
We all prefer beautiful lies
Open your eyes
Plutocrats buy sell and destroy
Wrecking peoples lives like childrens toys
Corporate annihilation
Of my dreams my generation
More like a movie every day
I don't believe a word they say
The cyanide dogs the vultures feed
Cannibals of our country
We all prefer beautiful lies
Open your eyes
Politically correct DJ's
First befriend and then betray
Nostalgia hides our cultures decay
Same boring records every fucking day
We all prefer beautiful lies
Open your eyes
Politically correct self righteous loons
Fuck off you wankers, you useless tools
I say what I think what I feel say what I like
Send your thought police to get me shoot on sight
Condescending limp wristed bourgeoisie puffs
You're not tough
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