Текст песни SABBAT - The Church Bizzare
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Текст песни SABBAT - The Church Bizzare
The stage is set my friends for the play that never ends -this comedy we call the Church Bizzare,once you enetr you are bound to find salvation by the pound,assured the more you pay the nearer God you are.Your mouth so paralysed with fear you dare not speak,your eyes so blind and hypnotised you cannot weep,( )so blinkered to reality that you no longer care,that profit is the prophet of corruption and despair.Bring on the dancers - bring on the clowns,who invite you to ride on their merry-go-rounds,they make the money and they make the rules,you 'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.THE EVANGELIST PRAYER:God of wealth and God of might guide me to your paradise,for many lives were bought and sold thatI may walk your streets of gold,though my heart is cold and still I restin peace my pockets filled,and bear the smile of one who knowsthrough God's Love my cup overflows.A 'salvation salesman's dream -guillible to the extreme,easy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',of these charlatans and theives whosedelight is to decieve - all the fools whostill believe they really care.And if all the Devil's minions were let loose to do their will,