Joe Troop & Diego Sanchez - Cheap Sacred Texts And Microwaves lyrics

Sage of the hills above the township gently watches the world below Perched on a rock where wind blows lightly whisks his hair in the pale moon's glow Songs of a simpler yesterday stream from his peaceful soul southing eternal lull heart, mind and body whole Swarms fill the streets in loud confusion Swindlers beckon us to consume Trite entertainment, thrills and comfort spirits locked in a plastic tomb Cheap sacred texts and microwaves opulence casting stones broken malnourished bones forsaken mothers moan Striking is the fact that those said to be sane live unbridled madness, no one to restrain them while our greatest prophets wind up being shamed backed into dark corners far from where we need them Sanctified illusion, sinister design Maniacs rejoice in vanity licensed to provoke calamity happy to destroy humanity