Raw Rock Theology - Showbread

Brace yourselves for the bottom

Where every special snowflake melts in the dirt

You’ve got to give up everything

You know you’ve got to make it hurt

You want to keep things comfortable

You want to french kiss the status quo

But you know what you already know

Death throws death throws death throes

Burn down their gods

Defy their king

No flag, no idols

One King of Kings

Let’s see the god of violence

Finally put to shame

Gun happy pagans and their flags

We’ve blotted out their names

They go sullen into peace

Miserable and two by two

After all, guns don’t kill people

People who defend guns do

Landscape of blood and cholesterol

From the throats of screaming animals

The shopping malls of cannibals

And child slaves in their stained glass walls

Wake up oh you sleeping child

Whose heart is for rebellion

Draw them from their seats of comfort

Into non-violent insurrection

Burn down their gods

Defy their king

No flag, no idols

One King of Kings

Burn down their gods

Defy their king

No flag, no idols

One King of Kings

Burn down their gods

Defy their king

No flag, no idols

One King of Kings