March Of The Sycophants by Exodus
Do as they say, not as they do
March to the tune of the christian right
Hypocrites, their rules they don't apply to you
Parading in the name of christ
Former leader in a hotel room
Smoking crank and sucking cock
Guilty as sin, yet innocence presumed
Still they talk the talk
Christian soldiers
Trudging off to war
Behind the cross of jesus
And still they
March!
March!
It's the march of the sycophants, they
March!
March!
March in time to the rhythm of the right, they
March!
March!
Here come the sheep, all promenade, they
March!
March!
Everybody loves a parade
Masters of hyperbole
They claim to know what's wrong or right
The mob led to believe so easily
Like a moth to a light
Pro-life, anti-life and so sincere
Battalions of the dull of mind
Obeying all they read, see or hear
The ignorant leading the blind
Christian soldiers
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