Fredrik Andersson - Bootleggers and Baptists lyrics

Safe in the cradle and handed your lunch Living off loot of the diligent bunch A whimpering pundit, you call for amends by the fed Entitled the luxury of being red Crying for justice, it's easy to do When safe in the womb that'll keep you from doom A thousand mothers with raving historical score Each one a dependant and desperate who*e Praising the guns you never have to hold Content with leaving them out in the cold Clutched in the hands of the zealots that barter your faith Dead sure they'll never be pointing your way Meanwhile they let you on Oh, how they let you on That the peace you crave is prospering under a different throne Then you wonder and you cry Why the baptists heed the bootlegger call Why the violence, why the hate You're the reason, you're the bait A flash in the gutter on your own street A flash disarming the hands that greet You scream at the blood but don't know where it's coming from And seek for a cure in benevolent law Put lids on all things that you don't want to see Put gag on all those who you don't want to hear You gamble the ballot, hope for trigger bans that you crave So don't you complain when your words are empaled You're so proud to make a fuss Proud when somebody hails your cuss You're an idle leech appealing to mobs that deal your bread Then you wonder and you cry Why the baptists heed the bootlegger call Why the violence, why the hate You're the reason, you're the bait And still you writhe upon The wars and famine going on But the sums you add derive from the same panopticon Borderline guards, deficit overlords Withdrawing the hands that have started the war In pride and not give in to that they failed their creed You blindly hang onto your faith in their deed Scorning the brownshirts in fear to be caught With seeing in the mirror your common onslaught Of divine intervention, poetic hegelian stance An equity Shangri-la at your command A lord that provides you with all that you need Could later as well seize all of your yield Exchanging your goods for the blood of the undertow Exchanging the millions of lives for your goal Confusing the freedom with means to gain With leverage over a public domain Granting the baptizing vultures access to your soul And granting their waste of you hard-earned gold Then you wonder and you cry Why the baptists heed the bootlegger call Why the violence, why the hate You're the reason, you're the bait Don't you cry now, it's your want You're the baptist in the bootlegger ward You're the violence, you're the hate You're the reason, you're the state It's your country, it's your land You're the baptist holding the bootlegger hand May you suffer under law Of your ideals, of your awe