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Toppling, smashing - |
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The statues go crashing |
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And all of your ancient ideals |
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Your morals we question |
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Put them to testing |
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Rules broken you thought were of steel |
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Scrupleless children |
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We number in millions |
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Won't stand for any more of your crummy deals |
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(Chorus:) |
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Growing concern |
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Priests are just rapists |
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Who worship the dollar |
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Get hardons from girls at the altar |
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When in confession |
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Laugh at your depression |
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We pay for their |
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Sins when they falter |
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(Chorus) |
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Teachers who profess |
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We'll make them confess |
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They've taught us not wisdom, but lies |
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Burning their textbooks and archaic outlooks |
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In society's funeral pyre |
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Senators gain weight as the poor deflate |
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Starve - as they vote themselves raises |
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Finger on button, a nuclear glutton |
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Governing rats caught in mazes |
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Parents who have raised us |
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Have not taught but crazed us |
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Priests who confessed us |
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Have not cured but depressed us |
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We'll turn and ignore as we head for the door |
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Can't take no more |
