Severed Heads - L F M Lovesick Fascist Meathead Lyrics

You have to discipline yourself. Do the work of a minister."

Our work takes in points of brochure
I'd be lost otherwise, I'm sure
Chasing map across country
Our work doffs hat he says, "I'm the friend.
We must to the common end,
work quickly and quietly
For can you not feel the power, the glory
the power, the glory, for ever, amen?"

Our work / Feet touching ceiling beams
Not telling the truth, it seems
Truth trickling down the wires
"For can you not feel the power, the glory,
the power, the glory, for ever, amen?"

"Cheerful missionary tale. If you can't convert 'em, buzz 'em."
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Dave Watson, Severed Heads Liberation Front (Re-release the _Stretcher_ EP!)
"A man is measured by the depth of his anger."--Eddie
"Everyone in this room is wearing a uniform, and don't kid yourself!"--Zappa