They Think They're Gods Songtext
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You're growing weary in San Jose
Listening to the Diatribes
of an old an itching for a war
His outrage was hard to ignore
These old men are filled with fear
filled by scribes and pharisees
these things are sad to see
adopted daughter indoctrinated
ignorance
Listening to the Diatribes
of an old an itching for a war
His outrage was hard to ignore
These old men are filled with fear
filled by scribes and pharisees
these things are sad to see
adopted daughter indoctrinated
ignorance
and misguided mother with the burden of denial
God Knows they think they're gods x3
The fruit is lodging in their throats
as they bear the pale mark of scorn
its unfortunate they refuse to know
The obvious is I'm my mothers only son
I'm far too sensitive to indulge
the grave faces of denial
I'm so serious you'd think I was in a game
so I take comfort among the peons
the plight and struggles of the poor
God knows they think they're gods x3
With their shallow hearts they choose to ignore
and reside in the very prison of denial supporting George's ambitious wars
like the poor workaholic horse
of George Orwell's allegoric prose
God Knows they think they're gods x3
The fruit is lodging in their throats
as they bear the pale mark of scorn
its unfortunate they refuse to know
The obvious is I'm my mothers only son
I'm far too sensitive to indulge
the grave faces of denial
I'm so serious you'd think I was in a game
so I take comfort among the peons
the plight and struggles of the poor
God knows they think they're gods x3
With their shallow hearts they choose to ignore
and reside in the very prison of denial supporting George's ambitious wars
like the poor workaholic horse
of George Orwell's allegoric prose
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