Raising slowly in a town
neon haloes all around
stumbling down the alley
to a closed up j**eller's shop
Fastfood-crazy youngsters
hit the coast of the road
eager burns in bored eyes
they chant as to confirm
In the churchyard kneels a priest
he's puzzled faced to all worlds' pain
lora aids no longer
eliminates them all
Last trial scared pragmatics
spit on all that's true
Chorus of the Pharisees
chants as to confirm
We build a temple
for the victims of our luck
the managers a**emble
bring out toasts on what we've got
Easier to handle
without care or fear for blood
and noone dares to tremble
when he's next to hit the spot
Lazing cruel throughout the town
neon blinded atl around
creeping down the alley
to a closed up justice shop