Lyrics The Chosen Few - Pig

The Chosen Few

We are the pure and chosen few
And all the rest are damned
There’s room enough in Hell for you
We don’t want Heaven crammed
With the likes of you
The likes of you, the likes of you
I’ll be your dirty compromise
So pure and godly and so wise
Watch sordid reputations rise
And Heaven’s broken deals demise
The true believers call
Walking on water… and they’re singing
Apocalypse for one and all
Apocalypse for one and all
Your curse and blessing takes its time
The beast will walk you down the line
My body burns to feed
On sheets of flame and need
The true believers call
Walking on water… and they’re singing
Try sleeping in my skin
Try saving me from sin
Try one step in my shoes
Try the bribe you can’t refuse
Try the taste temptation talks
Try the way where the wicked walk
Try silence when I call
Apocalypse for one and all
Apocalypse for one and all
Apocalypse for one and all
We are the pure and chosen few
And all the rest are damned
There’s room enough in Hell for you
We don’t want Heaven crammed with
The likes of you
The likes of you
With the likes of you
The likes of you, and you, and you, and you
Your god will bleed and bless the seed
To feed the poison pain you need
Your bullet and bayonet
The miracle of no regret
The true believers call
Walking on water and they’re singing
Apocalypse for one and all
Apocalypse for one and all
We are the pure and chosen few
And all the rest are damned
There’s room enough in Hell for you
We don’t want Heaven crammed with
The likes of you
The likes of you, with the likes of you
The true believers call
Walking on water and they’re singing
Try sleeping in my skin
Try saving me from sin
Try one step in my shoes
Try the bribe you can’t refuse
Try the taste temptation talks
Try the way where the wicked walk
Try silence when I call
Apocalypse for one and all
Apocalypse for one and all
Apocalypse for one and all
Don’t give me somewhere to kneel
Give me something that’s real
Apocalypse for one and all
Don’t give me somewhere to kneel
Give me something that’s real
Apocalypse for one and all
Just give me something that’s real
Apocalypse for one and all
Heed your prophets
We are the pure and chosen few
And all the rest are damned
There’s room enough in Hell for you
We don’t want Heaven crammed with
The likes of you