Mit Gott

stop praying, mom
it's done
you knew it
your boy is finally in power
in the circle of the gentlemen
service is long gone here
they've cleverly stepped aside
while the people watch TV

we control every channel
everything is pre-planned
only when the TV stops thinking
will it do what it's told
we spy on every one of our enemies
keeping tabs on every black sheep
those too dumb to cover their faces
we'll get them even faster

with God on our side
Jesus in a boat
one unfortunately drowned
but we threw him overboard just in time
with God on our side
Jesus in a boat
the indulgence in our name
the "C" shines over us huge

we take the joy out of protesting
make the ground hot under their feet
so the last one burns their mouth
and bites their tongue
the few upright free thinkers
in our own ranks
are good for appearances
internally we bury them

we keep our poker face
in the good old way
feelings are a luxury
because we’re tough, we’re here
we find torture unrefined, mom
nothing against a little scare
our friends, even if they’re torturers
always get their check
whoever loves their neighbor...

we present ourselves as casually Christian
some call that blasphemy
the quest for power binds us together
we never feel ashamed
with the rich we can thrive
the poor just want their money
we protect and grow it honestly
and get re-elected

with God...

we keep our poker face in the good old way
feelings are a luxury, because we’re tough
we’re here
we were born late by grace
have nothing to do with Hitler anymore
we are crusaders of progress
too much past doesn’t do any good
looking ahead

so help me God
I have sworn,
but He’s just not with me sometimes
and then I’m totally lost
for you, I’m the greatest, mom
I sometimes feel so small,
I’m just a human
and without you, so alone

with God...