THAT’S IT FIRST they’re like we must safe our traditions and then lay hogtied in some dungeon, paying who has WAY more power then them… Man, you know me… Don’t care what you do, who you are, what you like. I feel for you, but I DON’T CARE Just don’t hurt others. And don’t tell me what the fuck to do or who to be! Deal, mister? For me they draw the line In dirt then call it mine One hand on a Bible And one inside their pants Telling women who to hold Telling men their balls are gold How to hit her if she goes Even what to wear below They say right and wrong Like they wrote the book Then slide out the back Dude, Just take a second look Bless their faking pose Their polished pose Pointing to the sun and then bending low Oh, they bend low Judge the crowd, bless the door Then they sin and ask for more Bless their faking pose Bless their faking pose They love to dress up shame Men in suits, girls playing tame Politics in cufflinks, choir in white Telling everyone how to live their life Ban your body, ban your will Just obey, and now stay still When they go off-script at night And choose who can’t fight They wave that flag They ring that bell Then keep their own Private party hell Bless their polished pose (bless their polished pose) Pointing to the sun, then bending low Uhh, so low Judge the crowd, bless the door Then they sin and ask for more Bless their made up pose They call you dirty Call you sick But their mouths don’t say What their hands just did Turn every warning Into a promise So no one sees They’re lyin’ to you AND me Look at them stand Look at them swear Look at them sin When you’re not there Look at them stand Look at them swear Look at them sin Even when we stare Bless their polished pose Bless their polished pose Pointing to the sun I had some bend real low Judge the crowd, bless the door Then betray what they just swore Bless their polished pose Bless? uhm nope Till the whole thing shows And bless them polished hoes
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