Godless

Mouth full of nails
Hands on a nail gun
Hammer it in until the work's done
Mouth full of nails
Hands on a nail gun
Hammer it in until the work's done
We need a war
We need a war
To keep the people from thinking for themselves
'Cause thinking's dangerous

We've gotta keep 'em poor
We've gotta keep 'em poor
We've gotta keep 'em poor
We've gotta keep 'em poor
It's better when they're sick and in need of help
Keep 'em delirious

Where's the God in all of us?
Oh
Is there God in all of us?
We're all godless
And they say that they want

You've got your cross
We've got our crutches
You've got your cross
We've got our crutches
It's hard to save the people who can save themselves
If they can't stand
On their own two feet
On their own two feet
On their own two feet
On their own two feet
If they can't stand
If they can't stand
And they keep falling for the lies you tell
To keep them docile

Where's the God in all of us?
Oh
Is there God in all of us?
We're all godless
And they say that they want anarchy
As long as it keeps the power in the hands of the same tyrants
But there are people like us

You can't keep us
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
You can't keep us
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

Where's the God in all of us?
Oh
Is there God in all of us?
We're all godless
And they say that they want
Your rebelion