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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 onTurn out the lights for the people they're torturingTurn out the lights for the people they're poisoningTurn out the lights for the people they're starvingTurn out the lights for the people they've murderedThey 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 themAnd the people they govern will vote for themAnd the people they govern do their sleeping for themDo their sleeping for them, do their sleeping for themMeanwhile 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 RonnieIn the presence of Ronnie's enemiesGod annointest Ronnies' head with oilRonnie's cup runneth overSurely goodness and mercy, shall follow RonAn Psalm is an anagram of napalmsWake up, we must wake up!We must wake up!We must wake up!We must wake up! From Letras Mania