The Architect Of Hate Lyrics

Stumbled I upon a town of cretins
Its crooked gays macabre and grim
This place of Hate is where I met him
Eyes crooked and knees all a-wonk
He smelt bad like fags and everything
Insected shirt and lisping tongue
Waitress did came and cackled her wares
Hair ‘pon chin and devoid of wit
Today’s special is spit with eyes in it

He exclaimed, shrieking at me, hypocrisy
This is his town, name lets him down
Blueprint for Hate, revering its state
Falwell he claims, “this is the end”

The Governor of hate, Chris Hitchens is irate
“Jerry Falwell you’re a fundamentalist...
...That is ridiculous, it’s not the name that’s wrong
It is your passion for building houses upside down” The Architect of Hate, his laughter is fuelled by cries

Battle spilled out into the Hate bleached street
A dispassionate crowd doesn’t gather again
The air grows thin with the colour of shame
Again stands Hitchens bold
Again the same fight unfolds
Again Jerry Falwell falls
And thus mine tale’th be’d told
An epic warning t’young and t’old
Don’t wander far friend unlest you meet...

[Solo: Pain]

The Architect of Hate
He is The Architect of Hate
We are The Architect of Hate
They be The Architect of Hate
Who is The Architect of Hate?

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