Letras
I refuse to bite my tongue
Wings spread wide
I see the shadows on the ground
What are they coming to take now?
With hands lifted high
They say the hateful part loud now
Look who you see in the crowd
Pastors, priests
Bowing at their feet
Nothing in common
With the book they believe
Silent, Complacent, Bigots
Greedy, Worthless, Hypocrites
Match made in heaven
A cross and a gun
No love lost
For fascist scum
Back against the wall
What did you expect?
What's a guillotine without a neck?
What fear without respect?
Match made in heaven
A cross and a gun
No love lost
For fascist scum