Sunday’s Paycheck

Eat from my hand

We'll reward you in the end

For thousands before you have been set free

And as time draws near we will christen your fear

Like trail driven cattle, don't lend them your ear

Peach be with you and, and also with you

But may no peace fall down on those who don't sit in our pews

Now you've read our prescription

And you've tasked the truth

Our placebo has failed you

Don't think outside these walls

It's where the monsters live who eat lost souls

Don't think on your own, just come back home