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Lyrics:
Blessed are the land-mines
Stretched across the desert floor
God bless the hands that formed them
Filled their shrapnel hearts with war
May You bless the companies
The goose that laid the golden egg
May they make a million more
Blowing off a million legs
Blessed are the black-tongued ravens
Substituting fear for reason
'To hate war is to hate us
If you love peace, then you must love treason'
Beat your plowshares into swords
Beat your pulpits, turn your tables
Blessed are the hand-grenades
Bless the church who rattles sabers
Chorus:
This house is burning
This poison still is worming
This temple will cave in
There’s nothing here worth saving
Nail the gold up to the altar
Like Ahab taunts his crew to war
Blessed are the shareholders
Lack of faith is for the poor
Hold your wallets to the sky
A temple built to soothe yourself
Blessed is the church who tries
To help you build your blessed wealth
Chorus
Bridge:
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God
Chorus
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