Sitting in the snug of a no-go pub or in a safe-house,
The liquid gold inside his glass casts a glow from head to foot,
In vain he looks for reasons to justify tne means,
He knows there is a reason for the cause.
Misty eyed and sentimental, singing songs of martyrdom,
And heroes long since dead, the whisky in his glass will wash away the dead,
In the comfort of this people,
He knows there is a reason for the cause.
They seperate religion and they separate the schools,
Dividing streets and houses, eyes covered up with wool,
Delude themselves with ancient songs which tug the heart and fill the eyes,
He konw there is a reason, there's got to be a reason for the cause.
There's nothing to talk about,
No common ground
We'll make a living hell,
For every infidel.
Nothing cant stop us,
God's on our side,
For unbending arrogance,
You'll pay for your pride.
No need for conscience,
To get in the way,
Insanity, vanity,
Kills out humanity.
To those who would judge us,
To them l would say,
A glorious place in our Heaven,
Awaits us today.
They separate religion and they separate the schools,
Dividing streets and houses, eyes covered up with wool,
Delude themselves with ancient songs which tug the heart and fill the eyes,
He konw there is a reason, there's got to be a reason for the cause.
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