Sleep

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!