Something got a hold of me
I know you got your reasons
So praise The Lord and give us strength
Don't take away our freedom
Tangerines and tales of paradise
Father Superior - give us euphoria!
The children sleep in fields of pesticide
Dream of utopia made in America
Father Superior
Flavor Aid of grapes and cyanide
Father Superior!
Praise The Lord in fields of genocide
Father Superior
And every nightmare comes from ambition
Every utopia dies in America
And every delusion comes from a vision
Every utopia dies in America
Ahh
Father Superior
Ahh
Father Superior
Father Superior
Father Superior
Father Superior
Father Superior
Father Superior
Father Superior