Evil is so civilised.
Far out across the rooftops,
Where the televisions sleep.
Behind the perfect picture,
Lie fanatical beliefs.
White sheets and burning crosses.
Strange fruit, blood on the land.
Free will, twisted religion.
Do you love your fellow man?
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I weep.
Sometimes I cry.
'Cause evil is so civilised.
Weak minds and shallow prophets.
Send your money and spare your doom.
Fear rides the silver bullet
From the pulpit to the womb.
Death on the blood, red clay
Under the texas moon.
Queer killers, redneck saints.
Oh god, I pray for you.
You make me run from god.
You make me terrified.
I pray the lord your soul to keep.
I hope you wake before you die.

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Writer(s): GEORGE O'DOWD, JOHN THEMIS