Charlatan

They kill our friends and tell me they're not dead
You tell me that I'm free
With a gun put to my head

Coward for the suits that represent you
And the lies slip right through
I hope your houses burn
And selfish churches too

Coward sitting in your high chair
Protected by the law
If you had a face
I'd break your fucking jaw

Your pastor will not save you
Not your money
Not your clothes
When you're a lifeless body on the side of the road

Charlatan coward