TRIBE FULL OF HATE. WITH KNIVES IN THEIR POCKETS AND BOMBS IN THEIR HANDS, THEY'LL BURN DOWN YOUR CITIES AND YOUR DISNEYLANDS. [Choir:] BARBARIANS
Your body is a mess but you're blessed With the Father, Son, Spirit an' the Holy Ghost But my whole neighborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The Devil made you a slave
'all don't listen Y'all just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten Floss, knowing that the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the poetical pastor Slave
Hallowed dances upon glorified graves Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves Witches and demons are supporting the dead In worship of who they are led Views
A chilling wind grasp my soul as I walk through the twilight gates Choirs of grief are heard from the spirits of the ancient breed Now I know what lies
priests were directly involved in the embalming industry.] [But what of the middle and lover classes of people - the common working man? What then of the slaves
cold Unreleased powers, no fright Slide down sorror, smell what comes with the breeze Cold chambers, punishment awaits Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir
? And we're naked and weak in the eye of the sun once more We're all sucked in... "Leave it on the net" demands the optimist "No room for slaves to high
The mormon tabernacle choir---star spangled banner Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last
the corner"} My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole
forget How you showed me your despise Deep down in the gravel I lie and wait for relieve And I hear the orders you scream Sounds like a choir to me
Oh, grand machine of desperation - Deliver thy sermon. We will chant with you in a choir of void filled souls. We feed you, god of the grotesque, our
Only in America We're slaves to be free Only in America we kill the unborn To make ends meet Only in America Sexuality is democracy Only in America we
pumped up to blast quick 2 'o clock on the block, I'm pulled over, damn it I red light a mile back, a cop said I ran it I aint a slave to a grave, I just
don't listen Y'all just wanna shine Y'all just wanna glisten Floss, knowing that the soul is still missing (Who am I?) I am the poetical pastor Slave
Your body is a mess, but you're blessed With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The devil made you a slave
is a mess, but you're blessed with the father, son, spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin for survival The devil made you a slave
for silver Ferrari's I fuck hoes with the ceilings, have mirrors to watch me My bed shaped like a pyramid, feelin' the dry heat Spillin' Courvoisi', I'm half slave