Far out across the rooftops

Where the televisions sleep

Behind the perfect picture

Lie fanatical beliefs

White sheets and burning crosses

Strange fruit, blood on the land

Free will, twisted religion

Do you love your fellow man



Sometimes I cry

Sometimes I weep

Sometimes I cry

Cause evil is so civilised



Weak minds and shallow prophets

Send your money and spare your doom

Fear rides the silver bullet

From the pulpit to the womb

Death on the blood red clay

Under the Texas moon

Queer killers, redneck saints

Oh God I pray for you



You make me run from God

You make me terrified

I pray the Lord your soul to keep

I hope you wake before you die