that neighbor boy is standing trial on a big sand pile
he's conditioned to be oh so vial, he killed a child.
and what are we to do?
oh, it scares me half to death, their ignorance.
"put the right one where the right one
belongs.
if you get down right on your knees
you'll see,
that your god will protect you from the gentile's son."
yes, I want you cleansed,
and I want you clean.
because the middle class
is ready to collapse...
but you'll just sing:
"oh no. oh no."
"put the right one where the right one belongs.
if you get down right on your knees
you'll see,
that your god will protect you from the gentile's son."
but you just sing:
"oh no! oh no!"