The magician's secrets all revealed And the preacher's lies are all concealed And all our heroes lack any conviction They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction
So I've got to go I've got to go, so here I go I'm going to run the risk of being free
And in this drought of truth and invention Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention So we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say, except "Bow down, bow down, bow down to your God" Then we hit the floor and make ourselves and idol to bow before