Who, Who do you serve? For whose empire and for whose whims? Is your honor judged by men? Will you lie? Will you lie if they say it's their will? Will you die or continue to kill? Until the generals all ahve their fill Craven Cowards Armchair Warriors You will serve Them well What, what will you write? For whose pleasure, for whose delight? Will your readers see your light? Will you say...That the singer can't blow you away? That we hate people just 'cause they're gay Women and children all stay away To whom, whom do you pray? Do dollars wash your sins away? Does God love cold hard cash? Do you say...If we all just continue to pay All our ailments will go away And our souls will be saved God's not with you "Holy Roller" Your heart dwells in Hell Why, Why do you run? Our awareness has spoiled your fun Our eyes see you too clear Will you hide From the joy of expressing our pride For the leaders and people who've died While combating your genocide Chains are breaking Minds are waking Soon we'll serve no more...
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