A month of Sundays, law enforced
The church's new torture is now enforced
A month of church every day
Is what they want without delay
Backed by troops, hated by people
One day you're forced towards the steeple
You're living in the shadow of death
The lightning bolt that steals your breath
The church's doors are never shut
You're always welcome in
But when will the day come
When you have to pay for them to relieve your sin?
Every cloud has a nuclear lining
The dark sky in the East
Those without a shelter, whining
At the face of the beast
Red sky at night
Is now no ones delight
Get ready for the feast
While the poor count their blessings
And the rich count their money
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