Stumbled I upon a town of cretins Its crooked gays macabre and grim This place of Hate is where I met him Eyes crooked and knees all a-wonk He smelt bad like fags and everything Insected shirt and lisping tongue Waitress did came and cackled her wares Hair ‘pon chin and devoid of wit Today’s special is spit with eyes in it
He exclaimed, shrieking at me, hypocrisy This is his town, name lets him down Blueprint for Hate, revering its state Falwell he claims, “this is the end”
The Governor of hate, Chris Hitchens is irate “Jerry Falwell you’re a fundamentalist... ...That is ridiculous, it’s not the name that’s wrong It is your passion for building houses upside down”
The Architect of Hate, his laughter is fuelled by cries
Battle spilled out into the Hate bleached street A dispassionate crowd doesn’t gather again The air grows thin with the colour of shame Again stands Hitchens bold Again the same fight unfolds Again Jerry Falwell falls And thus mine tale’th be’d told An epic warning t’young and t’old Don’t wander far friend unlest you meet...
[Solo: Pain]
The Architect of Hate He is The Architect of Hate We are The Architect of Hate They be The Architect of Hate Who is The Architect of Hate?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
