Far out across the rooftops
Where the televisions sleep
Behind the perfect picture
Lie fanfitical beliefs
White sheets and burning crosses
Strange fruit, blood on the land
Free will twisted religion
Do you love your fellow man

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I weep
Sometimes I cry
'Cause evil is so civilised

Weak minds and shallow prophets
Send your money and spare your doom
Fear rides the silver bullet
From the pulpit to the womb
Death on the blood red clay
Under the Texas moon
Queer killers, redneck saints
Oh God I pray for you

You make me run from God
You make me terrified
I pray the lord your soul to keep
I hope you wake before you die