Superficial boogy men
Parading centre stage
"Do you know where your children are?
Have you bought them a cage?
Well come to our bazaar
The gem of the primitive age
And pick one up for your child
While you are here, get saved!
Do you know where your children are?
You aren't free till you are enslaved
It really is not that far
Save your family from the depraved
The collection plates are waiting
And the sacrement is ready
Theres no use debating
We are far more steady
We are the ultimate taboo
Do you know where your children are?
Have you been born anew?
Bow down you your new Czar
A fad you thought we outgrew
Don't question
Don't read
Your to open to suggestion
Just believe what we say is true
Do you know where your children are?"
The bodys round nodding submission
Waving their arms in grotesque joy
Denying intuition
Sucked into their dark ploy
Gods watching
He told us to tell you
Deny logic
Gods watching
Deny logic
Gods watching
And he wants to know where your children are.
