Sore Plexus

Cardriver's Weekend

Sore Plexus


Nothing really nothing at all
Changed in all these years
Just a big traditional , bogus machinery

And this most intolerant,
All inhuman club
Still rules with blindfolded eyes
Its dumb flock of sheep

Talking so deceitful and smile
Threaten to control
Every well-known order of life
gently overthrown

" Thou shall not kill "
But the ' soldiers of faith '
Don't want abortions so they
Bomb and they maim
For a Pro Life campaign
Methods of madness appear

A - M -E - N
In the name of
Endless opulence - we'll feed them
Opium for the masses
Every tragedy on earth will
Stipulate our power