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how ready are you

to die for an ideal

what`s the connection,

between a lie and what is real

Mother Superior



I`ve got an angel on my back

I`m one of the righteous

and I`m never going back

no, no, no

I`m never going back



who`s that shining forth-right man

about to die behind me

he`s waiting for the portress to

send me head over heels

who`s that black-heart four-star

general walking up the hill

to ask the liberals nicely

to help, finance his private war



and if I didn`t trust that man

when he puts the rifle in your hand

sings you songs of pageantry and grace

and how much you want to bet

on the other side

there`s a man with twice your pride

and they put you feet first in an

unmarked grave



there was a time in our history

when we justified by saying

our destinies manifest

now imperialism is the mantra

of the west



see that trigger happy

college boys, love a chance

to try out their new toys

then they wash the city streets

clean, with the blood of infidels



as the fabric of democracy

left tattered in the dust

we could put, another greedy man

into the dictatorial

puppet-show, now

tell me, who do you trust

who do you trust



and an abominable hemisphere

would perpetuate a heart-whole

atmosphere

call it a threat

to national security

call it just a poor-sick face

one more place,

to export cheap labor



hail the monarchy

hail the oligarchy

a potential for anarchy

and we pat ourselves

firmly on the back

how ready are you

to die for an ideal

what`s the connection,

between a lie and what is real

Mother Superior



I`ve got an angel on my back

I`m one of the righteous

and I`m never going back

no, no, no

I`m never going back



who`s that shining forth-right man

about to die behind me

he`s waiting for the portress to

send me head over heels

who`s that black-heart four-star

general walking up the hill

to ask the liberals nicely

to help, finance his private war



and if I didn`t trust that man

when he puts the rifle in your hand

sings you songs of pageantry and grace

and how much you want to bet

on the other side

there`s a man with twice your pride

and they put you feet first in an

unmarked grave



there was a time in our history

when we justified by saying

our destinies manifest

now imperialism is the mantra

of the west



see that trigger happy

college boys, love a chance

to try out their new toys

then they wash the city streets

clean, with the blood of infidels



as the fabric of democracy

left tattered in the dust

we could put, another greedy man

into the dictatorial

puppet-show, now

tell me, who do you trust

who do you trust



and an abominable hemisphere

would perpetuate a heart-whole

atmosphere

call it a threat

to national security

call it just a poor-sick face

one more place,

to export cheap labor



hail the monarchy

hail the oligarchy

a potential for anarchy

and we pat ourselves

firmly on the back

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