Toppling, smashing -

The statues go crashing

And all of your ancient ideals

Your morals we question

Put them to testing

Rules broken you thought were of steel

Scrupleless children

We number in millions

Won't stand for any more of your crummy deals



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Growing concern

Priests are just rapists

Who worship the dollar

Get hardons from girls at the altar

When in confession

Laugh at your depression

We pay for their

Sins when they falter



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Teachers who profess

We'll make them confess

They've taught us not wisdom, but lies

Burning their textbooks and archaic outlooks

In society's funeral pyre

Senators gain weight as the poor deflate

Starve - as they vote themselves raises

Finger on button, a nuclear glutton

Governing rats caught in mazes

Parents who have raised us

Have not taught but crazed us

Priests who confessed us

Have not cured but depressed us

We'll turn and ignore as we head for the door

Can't take no more