Preacher claims we must possess
Shed the body of the enemy
Preacher claims we must possess
Prosper and multiply
But is the house of the holy
Built on bones and painted in blood
Are the angel trumpets just sirens
As the animals deny they roll in mud
Preacher claims we must possess
Proclaim a so called truth
Preacher claims we must possess
Do on to others as you want done unto you
But was Job just another bet
To prove that one was right
Is this not so trivial for one so high?
To stricken one with such blight
And the preacher on his podium
With his love and odium
Tells us your word
Ghost written and blurred
But is he wrong
Is he wrong?
Give a man a gun and he may pull the trigger
Give a man a blade and he may stab through
Give a man a idea and he may misconstrue
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong?
