Deodorant Can't Fix Ugly

For the record I must say

It's sad to see you all pray

All pray your lives away

When in reality

Why should we believe in something we can't see?

A mockery, Orchestrating hypocrisy

Oh the irony

Open up your eyes and

There you go pointing your fingers at me

you burn it in and out of humanity

Now you see those clergy eat better than you and me

They tour amongst the shores with stouthearted feet

Trade stigma, ad harlots

Golden letters, leather-bound looks

Fight with fire and throwing stones our world sheds

When our rivers run red

We'll never know where we'll go

'Til there's a crutch to call home

We'll never know...