C.O.N.T.R.O.L.
Feed you young on the fear of hell
And when you reach down to pull the plug
Turn you white with the fear of god
One day I looked down and saw the man
Feeding rosaries down our throats
Was holding hands with the businessman
Who was wringing the blood from all these stones
They said "Do you believe in life after death"?
I said I believed in life after birth
And the holy church swallowed hard for the body of Christ
So when they say It's A Sin
They mean it's high treason to kill
The mule before his back gives out
This is company time and we never close
We never close
We'll sink you with crosses and bury you in rows
When they say Every Day is a Gift
They mean Blessed Are the Working Poor
Whose high hopes pay for all these golden crosses
Never catching up but never stopping
Taxed to death and still repenting when they
Say that you'll burn up in hell if you die
With this mark on your soul
But there can't be any worse things below
Than Pascal's sainted bureaucrats
Got in mind for the hopeful masses
The scheme is hatched and the priest dispatched
And when they say Amen they mean
I Hope You Live Forever Hand To Mouth
I've got plans - both my hands on the
Plug of your god's wasted love
Both hands on the plug of your god's wasted love
Kill the bosses
Kill the priests
Kill the shepherds, save the sheep
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