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It's a merry band of menAll the women home baking breadTravel the nation selling what God saidThrough the mouths of fallen menBut irony is just a toolOf devils, sodomites and foolsSo you pay attention only when it's borne in rangeOf the buses you employ to spread good newsFor all the lies you tell your children nowMake sure you never tell them howGod is not on your sideSo here's a glass to tragedyOr a toast to your favorite calamityYou'll all hold hands around the ruins of societyAnd curse everything that you can seeFor all the lies you tell your children nowMake sure you never tell them howGod is not on your sideSchools and churches, picket linesThere's a funeral, break out the signsFor now you're stuck here and there's been no hail of fireLetras de cancionesAnd in secret, you sulk, wondering whyFor all the lies you tell your children nowMake sure you never tell them howGod is not on your side From Letras Mania