The Church Bizzare Lyrics

The Church Bizzare lyrics

The stage is set my friends for the play
that never ends -
this comedy we
call the Church Bizzare,
once you enetr you are bound to find
salvation
by the pound,
assured the more you pay the nearer God
you are.
Your
mouth so paralysed with fear you
dare not speak,
your eyes so blind and
hypnotised you
cannot weep,
so blinkered to reality that you no
longer
care,
that profit is the prophet of corruption
and despair.
Bring on
the dancers -
bring on the clowns,
who invite you to ride on
their
merry-go-rounds,
they make the money and they make the
rules,
you 'Born-Again-Christians' are born again fools.
THE EVANGELIST
PRAYER:
God of wealth and God of might guide me
to your paradise,
for
many lives were bought and sold that
I may walk your streets of
gold,
though my heart is cold and still I rest
in peace my pockets
filled,
and bear the smile of one who knows
through God's Love my cup
overflows.
A 'salvation salesman's dream -
guillible to the
extreme,
easy pickings for the charm and 'savoir faire',
of these
charlatans and theives whose
delight is to decieve - all the fools
who
still believe they really care.
And if all the Devil's minions were
let
loose to do their will,
I think they'd be hard pressed to match
in
diabolic skill,
the wickedness and treachery of this evangelic horde,
who
sheler their corruption with the banner of their Lord.
(Repeat 3 & 4)
The
curtain never falls on the show that has it all,
taken in you can't begin to
see their lies,
for the people who are clapping are the ones who will be
laughing
at your fate,
they just can't wait to bleed you dry.