k** the vultures - Smoke In The Temple lyrics

[Verse 1] A little blood in the liquor makes the night go quicker It ain't lights out ‘cause a light bulb flickers White folks whisper Black snake moan Whole town fits in a halfway home Cause unknown but the outcome clear Gotta catch my breath when i outrun fear Now now here Gimme both of your ears Take an intermission listen to gears grinding Climb in the back Hide in the stack Don't let nobody see you Once they find you that's all Folks wanna act like they don't know how to act Let ‘em in the front door i'm walking out the back Try to follow my tracks They'll lead you off the map Now you trapped and you don't know where its at Tell me where it went You're part of an experiment High as a seraphim Eyes on the cross and your hands on the theremin [Chorus] Who ever said worship was simple The smoke in the temple ain't leaving out the window Who ever said worship was simple Purify the sinful they'll recognize our symbols Who ever said worship was simple The smoke in the temple ain't moving when the wind blows Who ever said worship was simple Now baptize the info and feed it to your kinfolk [Bridge] Spin ‘em ‘round and ‘round till the lights fade Not yet, it ain't dark yet The price paid drips slowly off the knife's blade Not yet, it ain't dark yet They spin us round and round until the lights fade Not yet, it ain't dark yet It's time to pull the blindfold Stop thinking that your sight's lame Not yet, the light never left [Verse 2] Here's a toast: give up the ghost You hold it too close and i don't say that to most Blinded by the imagery, mimicry, trickery The cracks in your mask shine vividly Keep spinning me Blur the lines of symmetry Suffocate the suffering I'm a let the embers breathe Suffocate suffering Orchestrate the misery But if i'm the conductor i'll have to face the symphony Take a bow for the crowd Own it The pill tastes better on the way down Don't it? Sell it to the camera Hold it, hold it The picture lasts longer than the nightmare Won't it? False idols bridle the pulpit While the saints go marching in with Bibles and bullets If it's tribal they rival with bullwhips Like we on some Mantan minstrel sideshow bullsh** You better dance for that dollar with a smile on Whether in night gowns, fishnets or nylons Every dollar's born filthy But we baptize the young in our river water, guilty [Chorus] Who ever said worship was simple The smoke in the temple ain't leaving out the window Who ever said worship was simple Purify the sinful they'll recognize our symbols Who ever said worship was simple The smoke in the temple ain't moving when the wind blows Who ever said worship was simple Now baptize the info and feed it to your kinfolk