Paroles de False Prophets

Deep inside the house of white Elected tools decide our plight If we live or if we die Controlling minds, robbing blind Moral crimes Beware, false prophets, beware He'll come in the form of a reverend clown And tell his flock to gather round He slays with his tongue And not a sword A celluloid jesus, a plastic lord For your dashboard Beware, false prophets, beware He wares a flag of red, white, and blue An ancient actor with a twisted view His final picture is final part His slice of history the war he starts Blown apart!