Drunk on the Blood of Saints Songtext
von Otep
Drunk on the Blood of Saints Songtext
Lock and load
Kill em all
Let the lord
Sort em out
Fortifying lies for the Triggerman
A honey-tongued devil do as she commands
Psychotic! So patriotic!
The passive mammals can sleep
Cuz we worship
Guns and god
Half-witted crones
Going rogue, don′t
Retreat, reload
Guns and god
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Dripping stagnant life
Into crooked mouths
Sacrificial communion of
Bullet rounds
Incited by heavenly
Silence
The sheeple in the steeple
Justify the violence
Guns and god
Half-witted crones
Going rogue, don′t
Retreat, reload
Guns and god
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Magna mater!
Instigator!
Agitator!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Fortifying lies into
Crooked mouths
Suckling piglets of the
Holy sow
Myopic! So patriotic!
The passive mammals
Repeat their corrupted
Vows
While the morning commute salutes the flag
A sacrificial communion
Of body bags
Incited by heavenly
Silence
The sheeple in the steeple
Justify the violence
Guns and god
Half-witted crones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Guns and god
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don′t
Retreat, reload
Magna mater!
Instigator!
Agitator!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Cadaver dogs and body bags
For the kids
Disciples with rifles
On the ridge
Standing in line of the firing squad
Going off half-cocked for your cause
An army of mouths, sucking you down
Lock and load! Lock and load! Pump the poison out!
Ready, aim!
Ready to strike!
Ready, aim!
Ready to strike!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Let the lord sort em out
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Kill em all
Let the lord
Sort em out
Fortifying lies for the Triggerman
A honey-tongued devil do as she commands
Psychotic! So patriotic!
The passive mammals can sleep
Cuz we worship
Guns and god
Half-witted crones
Going rogue, don′t
Retreat, reload
Guns and god
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Dripping stagnant life
Into crooked mouths
Sacrificial communion of
Bullet rounds
Incited by heavenly
Silence
The sheeple in the steeple
Justify the violence
Guns and god
Half-witted crones
Going rogue, don′t
Retreat, reload
Guns and god
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Magna mater!
Instigator!
Agitator!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Fortifying lies into
Crooked mouths
Suckling piglets of the
Holy sow
Myopic! So patriotic!
The passive mammals
Repeat their corrupted
Vows
While the morning commute salutes the flag
A sacrificial communion
Of body bags
Incited by heavenly
Silence
The sheeple in the steeple
Justify the violence
Guns and god
Half-witted crones
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Guns and god
Half-witted clones
Going rogue, don′t
Retreat, reload
Magna mater!
Instigator!
Agitator!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Cadaver dogs and body bags
For the kids
Disciples with rifles
On the ridge
Standing in line of the firing squad
Going off half-cocked for your cause
An army of mouths, sucking you down
Lock and load! Lock and load! Pump the poison out!
Ready, aim!
Ready to strike!
Ready, aim!
Ready to strike!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Kill em all!
Let the lord sort em out
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Mother of harlots
Sleeping with serpents
Drunk on the blood of saints!
Writer(s): Otep Shamaya, Antonio Jr Campos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com