Make the call,
make the call now,
make your donation,
to teh breath of a sighing nation.
Here's my reaction,
to the smell of stale sweat,
at the back of a railway station,
here's my donation,
to the flow of a dying nation.
It's ugly and it's desperate, no,
It's deserving of it's rot,
seperate those who have and have not.
Get religion, join the church,
get religion, join the church,
make your donation,
have a care,
baldness is under everybody's hair.
Read all the leaflets,
fill the envelopes that fall through your door,
empty your pockets,
patronize, sympathize with the poor.
Jesus loves you,
more than I do.

Losowe piosenki:
Let It Go
Floating
The Harsh Truth Of The Camera Eye
Zapomenout
Dark Allusions
The Wheel of the Quivering Meat Conception