The pulpits standing empty, the congregations left Because to qualify for piety they had to pass a test [Q:] How much "roughly" is your god worth to you? [Q:] And if he said "lay down your life for me" could you give that too?
[Chorus:] And will they never understand That the future is in man
The priests, when told of starving kids, look on in mock dismay While thinking of new ways by which to make religion pay Money from mass misery? There's nothing wrong with that The church holds out a bloodstained hand to pass around the hat
"By the pricking in my thumbs Something wicked this way comes" [Shakespeare]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
