Lyrics

Woe to the priests who do profane
For they do violence to my Law
There's no distinction that's made between clean and unclean
And woe to those who break My Law
And teach my Church to do the same
You're like the priests of old who had no shame

In your Neatly tied religion
Bid the prophet not to speak
'cuz when he talks against abortion
You'll have to toss him to the street
You can't afford to lose your status, paying tribute to the beast
In your neatly tied religion

You who were meant to be a light
Have compromised yourselves to be
of no effect in this world. But it's time to arise!
The father seeks for those who choose
To worship Him in spirit and truth
And turn away from all these wicked ways

In your neatly tied religion
Bid the prophet not to speak
'cuz when he talks against the homos
You'll have to toss him to the street
For political correctness is the standard that you keep
In your neatly tied religion you've got to keep your flock asleep

Come, come away with Me My love
Return to Me with tears and I
Will come and heal your eyes to see what is real
And for him who has an ear
The apostasy is here
It's time to run, not walk from Babylon

In your neatly tied religion
Bid the prophet not to speak
'cuz when he says, "Return to Torah"
You'll have to toss him to the street
You can't afford to break tradition
What would all the people think
In your neatly tied religion?

In your neatly tied religion bid the prophet not to speak
'cuz when he speaks of fire and brimstone
You'll have to toss him to the street
You can't afford to lose your status, paying tribute to the beast
In your neatly tied religion you've got to keep your flock asleep

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Ian Michaels