No Title Lyrics

Stay in line
Don't talk back
Obey the pecking order
Let them do the thinking for you

You can make religion out of this
"Hallelujah! Praise God!" said The Devil
As we pass the ammunition
I said, You can make religion out of this
"Hallelujah! Praise God!" said The Devil
As we pass the ammunition
GO!
BOOM BOOM
Said the hero to the bad guy
Caught him in his bad side
Brought up in a bad light
Baa Baa Black Sheep
painted like a scapegoat
Toe tagged, body bagged
Laid up on the table

They keep control with the fear they plant inside
They're using titles to define how we live our lives
They got us killing one another while they draw more lines
Don't want to see us unite, just want to see us divide

You can make religion out of this
"Hallelujah! Praise God!" said The Devil
As we pass the ammunition
I said, You can make religion out of this
"Hallelujah! Praise God!" said The Devil
As we pass the ammunition
GO!
PUNK YOU
Said the villain to the good guy
wish somebody would try
to catch me on my good side
All I ever wanted
was to live my life
and love what I love
Guess I wasn't Puppet enough
DAMN

Brian had his boots strapped
Dustin had his Cadillac
Ran the boy over
but they're praying for the Quarterback

Can I get a "God Damn!"?
GOD DAMN!
4x

Wonder when the crap is gonna hit the fan
With a big "God Damn" all across the planet
Fighting for the right to be a righteous man
in a righteous land in a state of panic
Wonder what I got to say to make you see
I'm trying to set you free, Nobody want to drink it
Don't nobody want to be vilified rocking the boat
Skip that I'm trying to sink it

YOU WANNA KILL? GO KILL YOUR MASTERS!
YOU WANNA KILL? GO KILL YOUR MASTERS!
YOU WANNA KILL? GO KILL YOUR MASTERS!
GO KILL YOUR MASTERS!
KILL YOUR MASTERS!
KILL!