Текст песни Souls For Hire

You toy with the truth

You dilute with water

You hate your wife

But you say you love your daughter

Envision if you will

A world on fire

It's a flaming sin

We're sold for hire

You get what you pay for

A jack of all trades

A fish full of small change

A host of charades

Philosophies drifting

To please every whim

It only depends

On the mood you're in

You learn toward religion

You secularize

Don't feed me excuses

They're nothing but lies

The time that you're wasting

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Truth is you don't confront sin

Like a magician

With rabbit in hand

A wand of ideas

At your command

Some will be fooled

And believe what you say

But God will be the last

To speak on that day

Leave or be left

That's what it says

Be loved if you want

Or lost if you don't

Don't blame the preacher

Don't blame the school

Don't blame conditions

Don't be a fool

If you live in darkness

It's you that decides

An' it won't freeze over

No matter the time