Have you ever watched them as they gather there on Sundays In grotesque clothes as tokens of esteem And stoop beneath the musty pulpit, ready to submit Their bodies and their souls to the machine It's normal to submit To feed the holy leech To sell yourself to slavery Believe in what they preach The smell of the church lies like guilt upon their shoulders Oppressive silence dulls the brain, accept Kneel in repentance, you will accept our doctrine And share in all the relics we have kept People must believe in ways to eliminate their freedom The church is just like bondage of the brain It's frightening to realise what's happening outside Obscure the view with Christ on coloured panes