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Let’s not watch the sky, let’s watch the smokestacks So God will ask us how to earn our wonder back Well if He can breathe up there, in that ungodly air, I’d be amazed We’ll ax the trees, but polish all the flagpoles Glory is found in skin and bones, not the soul So my faith is in some government that I don’t really follow But it fights my wars and prays my prayers, what else should I care about? We’ll travel to the gallows with our parents To marvel at all the lovely ornaments Some are fated to hang, but fortunate I stand Asking “Why destroy creation?” Because we can And though He don’t deserve it, it may be worth it We’ll turn the tables and kill the Lord in man’s name Well I’m sure He’d crucify Himself for peace to be eternal A compromise for incompetence, Lord, what a shame Now that I’m done sinning, I’ll go back to my place Forget these words, forget this face Time again to merge with the apathetic chant I applaud you, Luther, but I for one recant |
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