THE PUMP

Relentlessly We feed The pump And it keeps grinding on and on All our lives All our pain Let me tell you something dark To exorcise your gods Your body is not a temple It's not holy It's just food for the pump Food for the pump The pump, the pump Bring down your might On me When you take me out Seize me in the thrill of your strike One word of counsel only I may give We rise by kneeling We conquer by surrendering We gain by giving up Go forth And conquer Bring down your might On me When you take me out Seize me in the thrill of your strike Your strike Your strike Your strike