Lyrics
Since the world from the beginning of time
The Lord has sent his prophets to shine on us the light
And the righteous way leading us to the most high
But they were murdered by those who denied
The Lord For they were worshippers of idols they made
Out of bronze amidst the people was a calf engraved
Where the people would sacrifice, worship and drink wine
While the voices of the prophets put out of sight
Good book cure everyone in England
I live in Scotland a little Indian
I'm gonna stop all them people sinning
And we'll win this war my people come in
I see the earth flayed, like a rotten tooth decayed
Ready to be pulled out and cast right into space
For the ones on top are full of sin, hate depraved
While the prophets and the saints are slain with deep pain
That I feel when I see the world I live in
Bad people influencing children to start sinning
And disguising as normality, just an innocent pastime
Smartphone, gangsta rap, cocaine mad crime
Good book cure everyone in England
I live in Scotland a little Indian
I'm gonna stop all them people sinning
And we'll win this war my people come in
Bad times, mad signs
Vanity and not humility, greed instead of kind
Treat em mean and keep em keen instead of love right
The good are ridiculed or killed while evil made to shine
Good youth tempted to choose the glitter Sign deals
For a flicker of a candle such is the time get to fritter
Little by little the light get dimmer and the people bitter
So we better listen to the chatter of the babysitter
Good book cure everyone in England
I live in Scotland a little Indian
I'm gonna stop all them people sinning
And we'll win this war my people come in
The reversing of sins by the blood the Lord shed
Yes you heard the word from the scripture hear the lesson
Left for every soul on earth can you hear your spirit beckoning
The lost, tried begotten with the spirit of Jezebel