No new jesus

I life knowing that we're slaves to be sold, and my
paranoia is a joke, so i'm sold
and where's the new Jesus, well he's off prasing the
lord
The yankee clinches the commie with his tight
umbilical cord
and they train you to never grow old

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So wake up and uncuff your hands,
wake up your future has been planned
To play God you must roundup your lambs
Now wake up and uncuff your hands
Wake up

All those people will grow gold in their gut
Patronizing weasels they don't like themselves that
much
And this can't last forever causeit's killing us all
I lost angel while I was digging in her dust
and they train you to never grow old

(chorus)

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

And they train you to never grow old

(chorus)

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up