G.B.H. - Christianised Cannibals
Suits of black, serene robe,
Into your mind they will probe.
Christianity it's a pain,
Financial power, it's their gain.
Holier than thou, men of sin,
Wicked hearts lurk within.
Pointless eyesores being erected,
With the Mafia you're connected.
Everything's founded on the book,
It works like a magnet, it's you they hook.
It's a futile cause you're fighting for,
Spawning hate and death and war.
Writers: ANDREW PAUL WILLIAMS, COLIN DEREK ABRAHALL, COLIN ROBERT BLYTH, ROSS ANDREW LOMAS
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