The Land of Free Disease

Please pray for the plowboy

'Cause there's more than meets the eye

Once and twice might protect you

Land of fatted lamb don't lie

Land of fatted lamb don't lie

So we look up to the sky

And I can't save you

No I can't save you

Still I try to

But I don't think you want me

Three cheers for the dying

Standing tall on wounded knees

I can only fix your problem

In this land of free disease

In this land of free disease

In this land of no reprieve

And I can't save you

No I can't save you

Still I try to

But I don't think you want me

No I don't think you want me

I don't think you want me

No I don't think you want me

I don't think you want me

No I don't think you want me

To poison the land of the free

No, not me

Yeah

No I can't save you

No I can't save you

Still I try to

But I don't think you want me

No I don't think you want me

I don't think you want me

No I don't think you want me

I don't think you want me

No I don't think you want me

Don't think you want me

No I don't

Don't think you want me

So I dance with the devil

So I dance

So I dance with the devil