The Chosen Few

We are the pure and chosen few And all the rest are damned There's room enough in hell for you We don't want heaven crammed with the likes of you The likes of you, with the likes of you ... I'll be your dirty compromise So pure and godly and so wise Watch sordid reputations rise And heaven's broken deals demise The true believers call Walking on water ... and they're singing Apocalypse for one and all Apocalypse for one and all Your curse and blessing takes its time The beast will walk you down the line My body burns to feed On sheets of flame and need The true believers call Walking on water ... and they're singing Try sleeping in my skin Try saving me from sin Try one step in my shoes Try the bribe you can't refuse Try the taste temptation talks Try the way where the wicked walk Try silence when I call Apocalypse for one and all Apocalypse for one and all Apocalypse for one and all We are the pure and chosen few And all the rest are damned There's room enough in hell for you We don't want heaven crammed with the likes of you The likes of you With the likes of you The likes of you The likes of you, and you, and you, and you Your God will bleed and bless the seed To feed the poison pain you need Your bullet and your bayonet The miracle of no regret The true believers all Walking on water and they're singing Apocalypse for one all Apocalypse for one all We are the pure and chosen few And all the rest are damned There's room enough in hell for you We don't want heaven crammed with the likes of you The likes of you, with the likes of you The true believers call Walking on water and they're singing Try sleeping in my skin Try saving me from sin Try one step in my shoes Try the bribe you can't refuse Try the taste temptation talks Try the way where the wicked walk Try silence when I call Apocalypse for one and all Apocalypse for one and all Apocalypse for one and all Don't give me somewhere to kneel Give me something that's real Apocalypse for one and all Don't give me somewhere to kneel Give me something that's real Apocalypse for one and all Just give me something that's real Apocalypse for one and all Just give me something that's real Apocalypse for one and all Heed your prophets We are the pure and chosen few And all the rest are damned There's room enough in hell for you We don't want heaven crammed with the likes of you