False Gods, Little Man

I feel sorry for the false gods
Taking the little man to the thrift shop
It's the system of not getting by
And what's created is the wrong right

False gods
Feed your hope to the dogs

In a system of aggression
We trade community for possession
Feed pollution to your baby
It will thrive
Oh well maybe

False gods
Feed your hope to the dogs

Eat the dollar and burn the bread
Watch the sheep grow over your head
Be the underdog before you know
It's hell on earth and it's heaven below

False gods
Feed your hope to the dogs



Credits
Writer(s): Wouter Muizelaar
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