Far out across the rooftops Where the televisions sleep Behind the perfect picture Lie fanfitical beliefs White sheets and burning crosses Strange fruit, blood on the land Free will twisted religion Do you love your fellow man
Sometimes I cry Sometimes I weep Sometimes I cry 'cause evil is so civilised
Weak minds and shallow prophets Send your money and spare your doom Fear rides the silver bullet From the pulpit to the womb Death on the blood red clay Under the texas moon Queer killers, redneck saints Oh God I pray for you
You make me run from god You make me terrified I pray the lord your soul to keep I hope you wake before you die
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