My Brother's Bones
They moved my brother's bones to build a sewer
They dug them up regardless of expense
They're moving his remains to install some shit-house drains
To satisfy the local residents
First it was the factory by the river
And then the public schools all had to close
They killed half our sons and daughters
Pumping scum in all the water
And now they went and moved
My brother's bones
Now what's the use of having a religion
If after death your troubles never cease?
'Cause some one-percenter prick
Wants a pipeline for his shit
They won't let my poor old brother
Rest in peace
I hope those motherfuckers live forever
And every single night they never sleep
As my brother's spirit screams
In their ears until they bleed
And they pray that Satan
Take their soul to keep
Now what's the use of having a religion
If after death your troubles never cease?
'Cause some one-percenter prick
Wants a pipeline for his shit
They won't let my poor old brother
Rest in peace
'Cause god don't want no billionaires in heaven
He lines 'em up outside the pearly gates
Where they wait and rot and moan
Like a paradise skid row
And they'll wish they hadn't
Thrown it all away
Now what's the use of having a religion
If after death your troubles never cease?
'Cause some one-percenter prick
Wants a pipeline for his shit
They won't let my poor old brother
Rest in peace
They dug them up regardless of expense
They're moving his remains to install some shit-house drains
To satisfy the local residents
First it was the factory by the river
And then the public schools all had to close
They killed half our sons and daughters
Pumping scum in all the water
And now they went and moved
My brother's bones
Now what's the use of having a religion
If after death your troubles never cease?
'Cause some one-percenter prick
Wants a pipeline for his shit
They won't let my poor old brother
Rest in peace
I hope those motherfuckers live forever
And every single night they never sleep
As my brother's spirit screams
In their ears until they bleed
And they pray that Satan
Take their soul to keep
Now what's the use of having a religion
If after death your troubles never cease?
'Cause some one-percenter prick
Wants a pipeline for his shit
They won't let my poor old brother
Rest in peace
'Cause god don't want no billionaires in heaven
He lines 'em up outside the pearly gates
Where they wait and rot and moan
Like a paradise skid row
And they'll wish they hadn't
Thrown it all away
Now what's the use of having a religion
If after death your troubles never cease?
'Cause some one-percenter prick
Wants a pipeline for his shit
They won't let my poor old brother
Rest in peace
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