Totally Natural - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead, Birth Control

You’ve got to run up, you’re in a torment

Try to win the golden calf

You try to do your best an acolyte of wealth you are

You get ahead, elbow your way through

Tramp down your former chums

Watchin' the late night news

You glance at hunger, bombs and war

Stung by remorse, askin' your conscience

Why nothin' makes no sense

While on the screen a lad in disguise

Blesses you and the whole world, the show of shows

He’s shakin' hands, public relations like every singer do

A dummy of the mighty and the rich just workin' to the rule

He’s workin' through every country

Meets tyrants and democrats

It is no end of trouble, exegesis fit them all

Stung by remorse, askin' your conscience

Why nothin' makes no sense

While on the screen a lad in disguise

Blesses you and the whole world

(absolution) who gives absolution to that bloke in rome

(absolution) who is willin' to play god?

you win a silver pot

Stung by remorse, askin' your conscience

Why nothin' makes no sense

While on the screen a lad in disguise

Blesses you and the whole world, the show of shows

(absolution) who gives absolution to that bloke in rome

(absolution) to a fool who bans birth control

(absolution) an alibi to snub a thing he’d never done

(absolution) who is willin' to play god?

you win a silver pot!