Line up on the right Fight the morons fight Condemn your neighbors, love yourself Your book asserts your right But your translations lie Prosecutor, hypocrite Is it wrong? Is it right? (Man, it's warm inside the lie) it is but a brief respite for Christian vengeance is coming around set the truths aside forsake the crucified be the first one; cast your stones The sinners will suffice To pay your sacrifice Mercenary, coveter An outcast God collects tonight Your actions force his hand to smite No wounded doorway bars his path His retribution's your bloodbath