For the record I must say
 It's sad to see you all pray
 All pray your lives away
 When in reality
 Why should we believe in something we can't see?
 mockery, Orchestrating hypocrisy
 Oh the irony
 Open up your eyes and
 There you go pointing your fingers at me
 you burn it in and out of humanity
 Now you see those clergy eat better then you and me
 They tour amongst the shores with stouthearted feet
 Trade stigma, ad harlots
 Golden letters, leather-bound looks
 Fight with fire and throwing stones our world sheds
 When our [bad word] red
 We'll never know where we'll go
 'Til there's a [bad word] to call home
 We'll never know...