Missionary Position lyrics |
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Enter the plague-bearers throwing stones. The not-in-god's-name swearers picking through the bones. A refuge for cowards and hypocrites. Their traps are baited and their fuses lit. Preachers proselytize, and cancers metastasize. And you've been properly anesthetized. |
So you won't even flinch. You won't notice the unmarked graves, for the victims of their crusades. Cathedrals built on the backs of slaves. |
They're the salesmen adept at deception, the neighborhood thugs selling "protection". |
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