Get On - Blind Passengers

Whom you’ve broken on your way

Tell the reason for your actions

In your private judgement day

Your sexual complexes shaped

A man who knows no sympathy

No God of this corrupt world

Will save your soul will set you free

Get on, get on, get on

You’ve got the force

You say you’re called to judge although

Your statements lack consistency

You’re the pig who should decide

What’s virtue and what’s blasphemy

You stopped thinking like a man

Who was made of flesh and blood

All your money doesn’t help

You can’t escape from the flood

Get on, get on, get on

You’ve got the force