I’m leaving today can’t take this hypocrisy one minute more
I’ve got nothing to say there’s no longer the fight in me I had before
If you can just close your mind they say try hard not to think you’ll be okay
We do what we do we’ve been slipping and sliding for years down the line
We patiently queue to collect our destruction can’t wait to have mine
Conditioned to fight and love and kill
You know if they ask you to you will
Lord give us our money that we might be greedy and selfish and fat
Lord isn’t it funny we’re made in your image is this where you’re at
Just part of some vast eternal story so sing little children god votes Tory
Isn’t it rich if God’s such a nice guy then why is it life’s such a bitch