I met Christ after dark he took off his mask and started to laugh. Said it's all just an act.

What happened to the Hippie joking in the shadows?

What happened to the poet pretty pretty at the gallows

You can read it in the paper watch it on TV. Tell me why just why would they lie to me?

I saw a blue haired monk stabbing his own brother

I watched a baby die in the arms of his mother

They sold us all up the river

They sold us all at the action

 don't point your finger at me

I ain't guilty of anything

if you're angry at your neighbor, then you're angry at your father

Pick your propaganda Go poison your daughter

I'm not saying I've got this thing figured out, but I know the taste of a lie in my mouth

There's a sunset in the swamp of Mississippi there's pretty clouds in the pines outside the city

Yes, i can see through your fiction and your dogma definitions

I can see all the evil in your good intentions

They sold us all..

They're planning the next war as I sing this

And their messiah is the best in the business

They'll us against them and you against me

Even thought we're guilty of tanning

They'll talk of righteousness and Utopia

but their hearts are godless and green

Quit your silly screaming you're like a little child crying

That's just woken from an American dream