O Lord, save my sinful soul
From local punishment
From the far-away zone
From being frisked
From the tall fence
From the severe prosecutor
From the Devil, from the Devil owner
From small rations
From dirty water
From steel handcuffs
From hidden obligations
A cold cell
And short haircuts
Save us from the death penalty
Amen
Amen
Amen
How can I make you understand
More than what you would say
I'm not the one who changes things
But I'm the one who'll change
Oh, if we could begin again
I'd still be here today
And when you find me
You will find me, alone
She clings to me, she won't let go
And then she takes this all away
She's tainted me, I'm nothing now
I'm so obscure, I'm conquered
Missiles leave carnage
Where there once was a town
Who the hell makes those missiles?
Who the hell makes those missiles, missiles?
Who the hell makes those missiles?
When they know what they can do
Who the hell makes those?
Who the hell makes those?
Who the hell makes those missiles, when they know what they can do?
I've surrendered to self-realizations, but I don't think that means all too much...
I give you time, now you are gone
I give you time, now you are gone
Gothic songs
..Some they fear some they lust
Some have got to and some they must
Some working for the C.I.A.
Some I trust and some I blame
As she trundled along the road
In the dark and misty gloom
She had the unclear vision
Of those cats eyes...
Punk/hardcore
I'm always told things I don't want to hear
My destiny's become quite clear
Life's never fucking given nothing to me
It's just stood by and watched me bleed
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
T.V. evangelists put on a show
Trying to tell me what they know
Just send us money and you'll be saved
Pretty soon you'll be our slave
Religious Ripoff/ Gospel Scam
Ernest Angeley/ Billy Graham
Law's on my back
Pressure's always on
Never able do things on my own
The way we dress
Disturbs them all
They push us against the wall
They tell us our rights
Just because we fight
Can't understand at all
