I turn on the TV and your face just makes me sick Your robe is branded with a cross You keep on talking, self-pleased to the bone On through the day You're preaching poorness, richness is a sin But you give a helping hand So you're not greedy, you just save their souls Slave to the cross Hold on to your power - sanity's your loss You're preaching war You're teaching hate Get you gone you lunatic And leave us to our fate No more rules We don't need your lies Narrow-minded maniac Devil in disguise Slave to the cross Born to disperse mischief, holding back the truth You rig the crowd skillful tongue You make them willingly pay ransom to you Under your spell Keep them dumb and anxious threaten them with hell Fraud, lies and hidebound to the core Orders and commandments - won't take it anymore But when you see us coming, living OUR ideal You're the one to kneel and pray and die by bloody steel