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Evil is so civilised 
 
 
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