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A month of Sundays, law enforced
The church's new torture is now enforced
A month of church every day
Is what they want without delay

Backed by troops, hated by people
One day you're forced towards the steeple
You're living in the shadow of death
The lightning bolt that steals your breath

The church's doors are never shut
You're always welcome in
But when will the day come
When you have to pay for them to relieve your sin?
A month of Sundays, law enforced    The church's new torture is now enforced    A month of church every day    Is what they want without delay       Backed by troops, hated by people    One day you're forced towards the steeple    You're living in the shadow of death    The lightning bolt that steals your breath       The church's doors are never shut    You're always welcome in    But when will the day come    When you have to pay for them to relieve your sin?