Make a mockery of the courts, receive your sentence, and take the fall
The Strata Council sees your face and decides to declare you a doll

That's okay, yes, it's fine
You've been the same, most every time
A sick priest will learn to last forever

Molly begets herself
She plans a merger with the scene
An insider breathes word of this and, surprise, it turns to steam

That's okay, yes, it's fine
He's been the same, most every time
A sick priest will learn to last forever

Founding fathers, oh what have you found
Your daughter's face, a sweet embrace
And a commoner's less than sacred place?
Take it back, there's a world underground

In spite of Western sacrifice, we auction off the sword.
But Damascus never asked us to write a song about being bored
With Our Lady Of This Immaculate Currency

Gut yourself
It's a one-man job on the altar of the beast
To make it legal, Wilhelm's bride goes bulimic at the feast

That's okay, yes, it's fine
She's been the same, most every time
A sick priest will learn to last forever

Founding Fathers, oh, what have you found?

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Writer(s): Daniel Bejar