Let them all die on their knees
Let their blood cleanse the concrete
Let the sick thirst and hunger
Broken backs beyond number
Ooh, useless insects
Ooh, worthless subjects
Ooh, God looks like me
Ooh, bow down to me
Bow, bow down
Bow, bow down
Ooh
Myrrh and gold, precious incense
This is my inheritance
Keep it all in the bloodline
While you die on the breadline
Ooh, sacrifices
Ooh, for my vices
Ooh, human honey
Ooh, I feel hungry
Ooh, bodies crawling
Ooh, Moloch's calling
Ooh, blood industry
Ooh, bow down to me
Bow, bow down
Bow, bow down
Ooh