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Do as they say, not as they do |
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March to the tune of the christian right |
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Hypocrites, their rules they don't apply to you |
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Parading in the name of christ |
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Former leader in a hotel room |
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Smoking crank and sucking cock |
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Guilty as sin, yet innocence presumed |
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Still they talk the talk |
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Christian soldiers |
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Trudging off to war |
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Behind the cross of jesus |
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And still they |
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March! |
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March! |
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It's the march of the sycophants, they |
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March! |
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March! |
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March in time to the rhythm of the right, they |
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March! |
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March! |
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Here come the sheep, all promenade, they |
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March! |
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March! |
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Everybody loves a parade |
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Masters of hyperbole |
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They claim to know what's wrong or right |
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The mob led to believe so easily |
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Like a moth to a light |
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Pro-life, anti-life and so sincere |
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Battalions of the dull of mind |
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Obeying all they read, see or hear |
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The ignorant leading the blind |
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Christian soldiers |
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Trudging off to war |
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Behind the cross of jesus |
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And still they |
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March! |
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March! |
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It's the march of the sycophants, they |
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March! |
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March! |
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March in time to the rhythm of the right, they |
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March! |
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March! |
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Here come the sheep, all promenade, they |
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March! |
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March! |
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Everybody loves a parade |
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Brain dead plebians |
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Rally round the bible and the flag |
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Their prophets are a plumber |
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And a small minded rifle packing hag |
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One nation under god |
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And one under the thumb |
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Marching to the beat of a different kind of drum |
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It's the march of the sycophants! |
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Town hall rabble |
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Cry liberty and justice for the few |
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It's the end of the world as they know it |
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That's what they'll say to you |
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Conspiracy theories eaten raw like meat |
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Fed by the mother of lies |
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They suck straight from the teat |
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It's the march of the sycophants! |
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Solo Lee Altus |
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Solo Gary Holt |
