Fat of the Land Songtext
von Godeater
Fat of the Land Songtext
Dehumanising, demonising
Unfettered access to hate unabashed
You won a lottery
Yet you act like it was all strategy
Take the boot from out your mouth
And let′s see what dribbles out
Do your own research
But only what you want to hear
The kind that validates all your inner prejudice and fears
Ugly thoughts like a parasite
Creeping in pushing out
Til they're spilling out from your mouth and ears
Starved of love
You′re capable of so much more
They've got you
Obeying for blood
To be told that you're never ever wrong
That you′re something special from day one
Nine hundred and thirty six weeks go by
Then you′re let loose
Shiny and glistening
The filth sticks to your skin permeating, percolating
Skin never thickening
Layers of muck
Just another layer of hurt
And we're all wading knee deep
Trying to pull ourselves out
Root and stem
They pretend they′re on your side
No prophet, all pander
All bluster, no candour
Nothing but fear
Being taught for years and years
Polished words for idle hands
So that they one day sew hate
Starved of love
They've got you
Obeying for blood
Unfettered access to hate unabashed
You won a lottery
Yet you act like it was all strategy
Take the boot from out your mouth
And let′s see what dribbles out
Do your own research
But only what you want to hear
The kind that validates all your inner prejudice and fears
Ugly thoughts like a parasite
Creeping in pushing out
Til they're spilling out from your mouth and ears
Starved of love
You′re capable of so much more
They've got you
Obeying for blood
To be told that you're never ever wrong
That you′re something special from day one
Nine hundred and thirty six weeks go by
Then you′re let loose
Shiny and glistening
The filth sticks to your skin permeating, percolating
Skin never thickening
Layers of muck
Just another layer of hurt
And we're all wading knee deep
Trying to pull ourselves out
Root and stem
They pretend they′re on your side
No prophet, all pander
All bluster, no candour
Nothing but fear
Being taught for years and years
Polished words for idle hands
So that they one day sew hate
Starved of love
They've got you
Obeying for blood
Writer(s): Josh Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com