March Of The Sycophants - Exodus

Do as they say, not as they do

March to the tune of the christian right

Hypocrites, their rules they don’t apply to you

Parading in the name of christ

Former leader in a hotel room

Smoking crank and sucking cock

Guilty as sin, yet innocence presumed

Still they talk the talk

Christian soldiers

Trudging off to war

Behind the cross of jesus

And still they

March!

March!

It’s the march of the sycophants, they

March!

March!

March in time to the rhythm of the right, they

March!

March!

Here come the sheep, all promenade, they

March!

March!

Everybody loves a parade

Masters of hyperbole

They claim to know what’s wrong or right

The mob led to believe so easily

Like a moth to a light

Pro-life, anti-life and so sincere

Battalions of the dull of mind

Obeying all they read, see or hear

The ignorant leading the blind

Christian soldiers

Trudging off to war

Behind the cross of jesus

And still they

March!

March!

It’s the march of the sycophants, they

March!

March!

March in time to the rhythm of the right, they

March!

March!

Here come the sheep, all promenade, they

March!

March!

Everybody loves a parade

Brain dead plebians

Rally round the bible and the flag

Their prophets are a plumber

And a small minded rifle packing hag

One nation under god

And one under the thumb

Marching to the beat of a different kind of drum

It’s the march of the sycophants!

Town hall rabble

Cry liberty and justice for the few

It’s the end of the world as they know it

That’s what they’ll say to you

Conspiracy theories eaten raw like meat

Fed by the mother of lies

They suck straight from the teat

It’s the march of the sycophants!

Solo Lee Altus

Solo Gary Holt