| Nail the bodies to the crucifix
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| Slit the throats of all the priests
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| The last smile they will ever expect
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| A gaping hole running right through their neck
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| Snakes get fat while the good rats die
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| All the pigs should be bled dry
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| Who’s with me?
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| All your sins will be forgiven
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| When your blood begins to thicken
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| You have no answers to our questions
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| God bless this great depression
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| Snakes get fat while the good rats die
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| All the pigs should be bled dry
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| Who’s with me?
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| Throw the bodies into the streets
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| Nothing more than rotten meat
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| Taught not to bite the hand that feeds
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| ‘til it’s cold and dry and no longer bleeds
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| The snakes get fat while the good rats die
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| So all the pigs should be bled dry
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| The London metropolitan
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| All the fucking clergy men
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| Child abusers, National Front
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| Rapists, racists, all fucking scum
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| And they march hand in hand
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| To rape our green and pleasant land
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| Dust to dust, earth to earth
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| The new born babies drowned at birth
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| And there’s no future for England’s sons
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| They’re nine years old and they all carry guns
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| Take out your crowbars, take out your knives
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| Drain out your blood we all deserve to die
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| It’s time for us to take a stand
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| We are dying on our knees in this grey broken land
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| And all the martyrs they have convinced themselves
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| That death ain’t a sin when you’re living in hell
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| There ain’t no glory and there ain’t no hope
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| We will hang ourselves, just show us the rope
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| There ain’t no scapegoats left to blame
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| We brought this on ourselves, when we could have been the change
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| Great Britain is fucking dead
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| So cut our throats
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| End our lives
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| Let’s fucking start again |