Kill Your Idols
Said the bishop to the nun
Abortion is a sin
Well here's my loaded gun
If everyone's concerned for the sheep
Who's watching out for the wolves?
Inherit the earth
Blessed are the meek
When they get their ashtray world
Hahaha
Kill your idols
Yeah, kill your idols
Tribulations and trials
Kill your idols
Yeah, kill your idols
Tribulations and trials
And we're told to look 'em in the eyes
So we sold our thrones to the sky
I don't believe anybody is free
Unless they got the guts to pull the trigger for it
So go ahead, put a gun to my head
And make a martyr out of me
I can see you seeing red, yeah
Then she asked me
"Why are you like this?"
Like I'd be the one to know
Believe me, I'm the epitome of a near miss
Misery
No self control
First there were ten
Now there are none
Extortion on the brain
Of the politician
We've all been warned by the people
The ones who bought falsehoods
A karat of dirt
For your soul to keep
At least 'til it all unfurls
Kill your idols
Yeah, kill your idols
Tribulations and trials
And we're told to look 'em in the eyes
As we sold our thrones to the sky
I don't believe anybody is free
Unless they got the guts to pull the trigger for it
So go ahead, put a gun to my head
Make a martyr out of me
I can see you seeing red, yeah
Then she asked me
"Why are you like this?"
Like I'd be the one to know
Believe me I'm the epitome of a near miss
Misery
No self control
Abortion is a sin
Well here's my loaded gun
If everyone's concerned for the sheep
Who's watching out for the wolves?
Inherit the earth
Blessed are the meek
When they get their ashtray world
Hahaha
Kill your idols
Yeah, kill your idols
Tribulations and trials
Kill your idols
Yeah, kill your idols
Tribulations and trials
And we're told to look 'em in the eyes
So we sold our thrones to the sky
I don't believe anybody is free
Unless they got the guts to pull the trigger for it
So go ahead, put a gun to my head
And make a martyr out of me
I can see you seeing red, yeah
Then she asked me
"Why are you like this?"
Like I'd be the one to know
Believe me, I'm the epitome of a near miss
Misery
No self control
First there were ten
Now there are none
Extortion on the brain
Of the politician
We've all been warned by the people
The ones who bought falsehoods
A karat of dirt
For your soul to keep
At least 'til it all unfurls
Kill your idols
Yeah, kill your idols
Tribulations and trials
And we're told to look 'em in the eyes
As we sold our thrones to the sky
I don't believe anybody is free
Unless they got the guts to pull the trigger for it
So go ahead, put a gun to my head
Make a martyr out of me
I can see you seeing red, yeah
Then she asked me
"Why are you like this?"
Like I'd be the one to know
Believe me I'm the epitome of a near miss
Misery
No self control
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Writer(s): Matthew Bowe
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