Текст песни Don't Pray on Me - William Elliott Whitmore

A grizzly scene on my electron beam
Told a story about human rights
So all of Kings horses
And all of Kings men
Had a riot
For two days and nights
Well, the city exploded
But the gates wouldn't open
So the company asked him to quit
Now everybody's equal
Just don't measure it
Well Hanson did it hester
And Mark David did it to John
And maybe Jack dit it to Marilyn
But he did it to South Vietnam
For beauty and glory
For money, love and country
Everybody's doing it,
Don't do that to me
A bitter debate and a feminine fate
Lie in tandem like two precious babes
While the former gets warmer
It's the latter that matters
Except on the nation's airwaves
And custodians of public opinion
Stayed back after vainly discussing her rights
Lay hands off her body
It's not your fucking life!
I don't know what stopped
Jesus Christ from turning
Every hungry stone into bread
And i don't remember hearing
How Moses reacted
When the innocent first born sons
Lay dead
Well I guess
God was a lot more demonstrative
Back when he
Flamboyantly parted the sea
Now everybody's praying
Don't prey on me