Head down, mouth shut
told not to start up
and stir the *** the kettle cool
Don't act up like a fool

when atrocities come to stay
and still no words permitted to say
then actions come to overthrow
the blindfolded regulating what to know

And in the peace when violence reigns
and monsters shed their human remains
underneath our bubbling skin
we attack all of their sin

For when in the temple merchants set
our dear Lord Jesus quite upset
and raged against with braided whip
a love so strong it can't be chipped

fight then with songs, hymn sand a holy fire
and expose the devils inner desire
laid not in the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden
but those who feast and harvest the souls of the forgotten