| Lyrics: | The stage is set my friends for the play
that never ends -
this comedy we call the Church
Bizzare,
once you enetr you are bound to find
salvation by the pound,
assured the
more you pay the nearer God
you are.
Your mouth so paralysed with fear you
dare
not speak,
your eyes so blind and hypnotised you
cannot weep,
so blinkered to reality
that you no
longer care,
that profit is the prophet of corruption
and
despair.
Bring on the dancers -
bring on the clowns,
who invite you to ride on
their
merry-go-rounds,
they make the money and they make the rules,
you
'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.
THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:
God of wealth
and God of might guide me
to your paradise,
for many lives were bought and sold
that
I may walk your streets of gold,
though my heart is cold and still I rest
in
peace my pockets filled,
and bear the smile of one who knows
through God's Love my cup
overflows.
A 'salvation salesman's dream -
guillible to the extreme,
easy
pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',
of these charlatans and theives whose
delight
is to decieve - all the fools who
still believe they really care.
And if all the
Devil's minions were let
loose to do their will,
I think they'd be hard pressed to
match
in diabolic skill,
the wickedness and treachery of this evangelic horde,
who
sheler their corruption with the banner of their Lord.
(Repeat 3 & 4)
The
curtain never falls on the show that has it all,
taken in you can't begin to see their
lies,
for the people who are clapping are the ones who will be laughing
at your
fate,
they just can't wait to bleed you dry |
