There is poetry in poverty
Incandescence in the darkness
of their day

And through taxes, we will stumble
mumbling praises as we crumble and
enlist into the grumbling of the
hungry on the streets

And we'll get to know the bible freaks
who give free food
For fifty-two weeks of the year,

fear the lord they say
I tell them,
'I fear each and every ******' day
You fear the lord and I'll get the
cardboard for my bed'

There'll be charities to help
themselves while helping you,
It's a wolves den in a zoo out here

And they say
Fear the Lord!
I fear for my sanity
lost to the bible and the charity.