Keep ’em Poor


I scoff at your Gods and your beliefs: look at the bloodshed they have caused!
The pain, the suff’rin’, the butcherin’ of righteous religious wars!
In the name of peace, in the name of love: convert or burn in Hell!
Tortures, slaughters, power and control. Money-grabbin’ paedophile cartel(s).

Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. :||4

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

CHORUS

(do as I say, not as I do)
Beggin’ copper coins from the destitute: from cradle to final breath.
Golden coffers brimmin’ ill-gotten gains: drivin’ 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.
Postprayers and mass, Gods jeer an’ laugh at the prole’s adversity.
Same as it ever was, us against evil ivory-tower nobility.

Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Keep ’em locked in chains.)
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Feed ’em shit ‘n’ hate.)
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Forget prosperity.)
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Faith, hope ‘n’ charity.)
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Worship a wailin’ wall!)
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Fuck ’em all! FUCK ‘EM ALL!)

©29.12.2017 Andrew Robert Chapman

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ACDeeDC (riff) to either A or G
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Riff used in verse and chorus.

Tortures, slaughters, power and control in a faustian pact cartel.
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.
Tortures, slaughters, power and control, their Devil played/paid ’em well.
hard sell/death knell/farewell/moral/infidel
Tortures and slaughters in the name of a Lord frontin’-taxfree-cash-cow cartels.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of a Lord frontin’ A paedophile cartel.
Post prayers and mass, Gods jeer/taunt an’ laugh at the prole’s adversity.
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Faith, hope ‘n’ locust hordes)
Keep ’em poor, keep ’em poor. (Never prosperity)


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