Letra de Salem

They're running their mouths about original sin again
Somehow we're similar simians, on a steady diet of carcinogens
We'll be the weathermen, warning of the black skies ahead
Broadcasting live from the City of the Dead. The forecast is for hail
Locusts and falling anvils bring common sense and science to a standstill
Watch as witches burn, fanatics setting fire to the foundation
Playing duck season/rabbit season with our children's education
The barbarians are at the gates, that's my diagnosis
If they make it past the barricades, before the drawbridge closes
There will be no cause to celebrate, there will be no throwing roses
The same racist god that sanctioned truncheons and hoses at Selma
The god of bloodied scalps and broken noses
Of back alley abortions and voided civil unions
So remember the next time you're kneeling for communion:
They want us locked down and mute
And they're still burning books so why not follow suit
And set fire to their treatises and stale superstitions
MY intelligent design: no submission...