Clutch your bibles, utter your prayers
Fall for the gimmicks they prepared
Act surprised when they don't add up
Don't give up, you haven't given enough
Of your dirty freaky money, hail our lord
Pain is deductible, jump on board
Pretend you don't sin, festering core
Making America the greatest whore
Nothing but a sick world rotting from the inside
Brain trust is infantile, waiting to show my fake smile
Insecure and weak, toxic male sheep
No volunteers under your soiled sheets
Control the body you lost your mind
It's all okay, the guy in the sky says it's fine
Pasty skinned devils, fat on the land
Raping lady liberty on demand
They have no spine, absolutely no soul
This must be hell if they're still in control
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Clutch your bibles, utter your prayers
Fall for the gimmicks they prepared
Act surprised when they don't add up
Don't give up, you haven't given enough
Of your dirty freaky money, hail our lord
Pain is deductible, jump on board
Pretend you don't sin, festering core
Making America the greatest whore
Nothing but a sick world rotting from the inside
Brain trust is infantile, waiting to show my fake smile
Insecure and weak, toxic male sheep
No volunteers under your soiled sheets
Control the body you lost your mind
It's all okay, the guy in the sky says it's fine
Pasty skinned devils, fat on the land
Raping lady liberty on demand
They have no spine, absolutely no soul
This must be hell if they're still in control
Fall for the gimmicks they prepared
Act surprised when they don't add up
Don't give up, you haven't given enough
Of your dirty freaky money, hail our lord
Pain is deductible, jump on board
Pretend you don't sin, festering core
Making America the greatest whore
Nothing but a sick world rotting from the inside
Brain trust is infantile, waiting to show my fake smile
Insecure and weak, toxic male sheep
No volunteers under your soiled sheets
Control the body you lost your mind
It's all okay, the guy in the sky says it's fine
Pasty skinned devils, fat on the land
Raping lady liberty on demand
They have no spine, absolutely no soul
This must be hell if they're still in control
Writer: Bradley Peterson
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