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Sects Lyrics

Sects.
No more visions in hotel rooms
I just cannot take any more
There's enough weirdoes already in this world
without you knocking on my door
Chorus:

Well I'm sick to the teeth, I'm sick to death
of fanatical sects, fanatical sects, fanatical sects.....
and there's no god, no saviour, no miracle five year plan
just another doorstep salesman causing my chips to
burn in the pan
yes, they've burnt in the pan
and that's why, I don't wanna talk to you

You say there's only one god almighty
and I ought to come in from the cold
but you're disciples of hypocrisy
because there's more than one prophet/profit involved

Chorus:
I have come to the conclusion
if you refuse blood transfusions
then you're certainly insane
to cause such suffering and pain
in the name of God....
condemn to death that person in that bed
and there's no God, no saviour, no miracle five year plan
just another doorstep salesman with the whole wide world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the whole world in his hands
and that's why I don't wanna talk to you

And my mother's needing a hip replacement
but she'll have to wait a couple of years
While money still pours into religious wars
the church is up in arms about Channel Four
and the only way to God is through the
floor of your hall...
When death, knocks at your door
you wont go to bloody church any more
and that's why, I don't wanna talk to you.
Knock, knock who's there?

Fanatical sects.

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