preacher boy

Lyrics

They tell a story of despair, they sing a national blues
They tell a story of despair, they sing a national blues
They scare you with a vision of what you’re going to lose

They evoke a mythic past when you were pure in glory
They evoke a mythic past when you were pure in glory
And they serve you up a scapegoat as a target for your fury

They sing a song of purity, then they brand you as impure
They sing a song of purity, then they brand you as impure
And then they they push the party, as the one and only cure

They arm a caste of thugs, it’s the paramilitary way
They arm a caste of thugs, it’s the paramilitary way
And they blackmail the courts, until the judges obey

Then they take the press, and outlaw the opposition
Then they take the press, and outlaw the opposition
Implement surveillance in a climate of suspicion

And you realize too late, when the power’s absolute
And you realize too late, when the power’s absolute
In this picture of the future, it’s your face under the boot