| The hand of god the writ of law demands moral tradition
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| Self satisfied beyond repair we are called to earthly missions
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| To set the laws, maintain the rules, impose our will
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| To manifest our destiny, oh what a thrill
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| Raise the banners and the flags
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| Dumb it down for higher cash
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| What compels them to bestow
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| Cross your fingers and your toes
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| It’s steady as we go
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| Because only heaven knows
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| It’s all for love that we must fight I know it sounds confusing
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| But what’s the use of being loved if it’s not somewhat abusive
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| To set the laws, maintain the rules, impose our will
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| To manifest our destiny, oh what a thrill
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| So raise the banners and the flags
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| Dumb it down for higher cash
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| What compels them to bestow
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| Cross your fingers and your toes
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| It’s steady as we go
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| Because only heaven knows
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| This is our calling, this is our fight
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| This is our translation who cares if it’s wrong or right
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| So raise the banners and the flags
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| Dumb it down for higher cash
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| What compels them to bestow
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| Cross your fingers and your toes
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| It’s steady as we go
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| Because only heaven knows
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| Forced faith force fed unrestrained
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| Dumbed down echoes for your minutes of fame
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| So many servants bleeding out to believe
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| Your god is dead, you’re a fucking disease |