Thy Will Be Done

You stand and preach things you can’t possibly understand All these things must be believed salvation is at hand Push guilt and fear into our heads and by your side we’ll surely stay For lightning strikes sinners dead and hell burns hotter every day Selling high priced tickets buy now and make it to the promised land Money’s the name of the game you’d rather milk your fellow man Your billion dollar business conveniently overlooks the poor Sorry folks the arms-race needs cash we’d rather go to war
Contradiction reins supreme in your religious sewage pool And there seems to be no end to the amount of people you can fool You’re assured a place in heaven while the rest of us are out of luck Why do you act like you’re so concerned when you really don’t give a fuck