Letra de Sects

No more visions in hotel rooms I just can't take any more There's enough weirdos already in this world Without you knocking at my door Without you knocking at my door Well I'm sick to the teethc, I'm sick to death Of fanatical sects Of fanatical sects Of fanatical sects And there's no God, no Saviour, no miracle five year plan Just another doorstep salesman Causing my chips to burn in the pan Yes they've burn in the pan Yes they've burn in the pan And that's why I don't wanna talk to you You say there's only one God Almighty And I ought to come in from the cold But you're disciples of hypocrisy Because there's more than one prophet* involved Because there's more than one prophet* involved Well I'm sick to the teethc, I'm sick to death Of fanatical sects Of fanatical sects Of fanatical sects I have come to the conclusion If you refuse blood transfusions Then you're certainly insane To cause such suffering and pain In the name of God In the name of God In the name of God In the name of God Condemn to death that person in that bed And there's no God, no Saviour, no miracle five year plan Just another doorstep salesman With the whole wide world in his hands He's got the wold world in his hands And that's why I don't want to talk to you And my mother really needs a hip replacement But she'll have to wait a couple of years While money still purs into religious wars The Church is up in arms about Channel Four And the only way to God is thorught the floor of your hall When death knocks at your door You won't go to bloody church anymore And that's why I don't wanna talk to you Knock knock - who's there? Fanatical sects Fanatical sects