| Do as they say, not as they do
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| March to the tune of the christian right
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| Hypocrites, their rules they don’t apply to you
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| Parading in the name of christ
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| Former leader in a hotel room
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| Smoking crank and sucking cock
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| Guilty as sin, yet innocence presumed
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| Still they talk the talk
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| Christian soldiers
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| Trudging off to war
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| Behind the cross of jesus
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| And still they
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| March!
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| March!
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| It’s the march of the sycophants, they
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| March!
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| March!
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| March in time to the rhythm of the right, they
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| March!
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| March!
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| Here come the sheep, all promenade, they
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| March!
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| March!
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| Everybody loves a parade
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| Masters of hyperbole
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| They claim to know what’s wrong or right
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| The mob led to believe so easily
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| Like a moth to a light
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| Pro-life, anti-life and so sincere
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| Battalions of the dull of mind
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| Obeying all they read, see or hear
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| The ignorant leading the blind
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| Christian soldiers
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| Trudging off to war
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| Behind the cross of jesus
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| And still they
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| March!
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| March!
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| It’s the march of the sycophants, they
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| March!
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| March!
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| March in time to the rhythm of the right, they
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| March!
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| March!
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| Here come the sheep, all promenade, they
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| March!
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| March!
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| Everybody loves a parade
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| Brain dead plebians
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| Rally round the bible and the flag
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| Their prophets are a plumber
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| And a small minded rifle packing hag
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| One nation under god
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| And one under the thumb
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| Marching to the beat of a different kind of drum
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| It’s the march of the sycophants!
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| Town hall rabble
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| Cry liberty and justice for the few
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| It’s the end of the world as they know it
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| That’s what they’ll say to you
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| Conspiracy theories eaten raw like meat
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| Fed by the mother of lies
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| They suck straight from the teat
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| It’s the march of the sycophants!
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| Solo Lee Altus
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| Solo Gary Holt |