We grease our pockets with oil
Then line those pockets with black crosses of ash
Now we're speechless on our foreheads
Only barcodes and E-rash
Burn baby, burn
Get out the king
Burn baby, burn
Bring out the gimp
Teflon president left unscathed
Teflon president left unscathed
War machine plows
Get out the king
Stand your weak arm will bleed
Bring out the gimp
Bring out the gimp
They say God is dead
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
My God is still alive
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