The Rage — текст песни (Holy Mother)

Say, hail the leader with the mask
Let`s say we put him to the test
Somehow he doesn`t like the sound
He`ll dig his heels into the ground
To think that he`s the seventh wonder
Moving mountains with the thunder
All the lies he tries to cover
Money talks, where is the love
And the land that falls beneath him
to apologize-beneath him
Watch a crowd of many tease him
Run in circles to appease him

It`s a rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
Rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!

A little freedom for us all

Too many guns, too many tax
Too many mobs pursue the waks
Too many cops push you around
The lunatic has come unwound

I think his tie is a little too tight
We gotta teach the man his wrong from his right
Ya gotta, ya gotta, ya gotta

It`s a rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
Rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
And the lunatic has come unwound

A little freedom erases the hate of us all

It`s a rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!
Rage of disorder, rage of disorder
Rage!...Rage!

Guns, guns, guns are spreading disease
Sex is survival, survival to me
He`s lying to you, yea he`s lying, he`s lying