But how do kings and presidents, prime ministers and generals, and company chairmen sleep at night? How do they shut their eyes when they turn out the lights? Turn out the lights for the people they're shitting on Turn out the lights for the people they're torturing Turn out the lights for the people they're poisoning Turn out the lights for the people they're starving Turn out the lights for the people they've murdered They got two big secrets one up each sleeve, first they believe that they're doing god's work, and that's the lie that they can lie down with, 'cause it's seconded by the people they govern. 'cause the people they govern will work for them, buy from them, and die for them And the people they govern will vote for them And the people they govern do their sleeping for them Do their sleeping for them, do their sleeping for them Meanwhile ronnie is on first name terms with god, or so he sees it in his head. too many motion pictures when he was younger, and he's round at god's place for a meal. God preparest a table before ronnie In the presence of ronnie's enemies God annointest ronnies' head with oil Ronnie's cup runneth over Surely goodness and mercy, shall follow ron An psalm is an anagram of napalms Wake up, we must wake up! We must wake up! We must wake up! We must wake up!
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