Keep ’em Poor


I scoff at your Gods and your beliefs, for the bloodshed they have caused.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the heinous hate of righteous religious wars.
In the name of peace, in the name of love, convert or burn in Hell.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, front (for)A paedophile cartel.

Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor.
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor.
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor.
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor.

All high and mighty preachin’ pious wrath from Bethels built of blood.
Pompous rituals right in the face of the boundless starving poor.
An obedient flock, good little sheep, all useless braindead eaters.
Say your prayers, defend the Faith and exalt your “God given” leaders.

CHORUS

Beggin’ copper coins from the destitute: from birth/cradle to final breath.
Golden coffers brimmin’ ill-gotten gains: drive the wheels of war and death.

The struggling masses living hand to mouth bright futures far from certain.
The suffering masses their empty hands add a further well-planned burden.
Post prayers and mass, “they” surely laugh at the prole’s adversity.
Same as it ever was, us against (haughty) ivory-tower nobility.

CHORUS

©29.12.2017 Andrew Robert Chapman

Say your prayers, defend the Faith and exalt/extol your “God given” leaders.
All high and mighty preachin’ pious hate/bile/ire from Bethels built of blood.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the righteous rage and countless religious wars.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the righteous spite and countless religious wars.

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