Toppling, smashing -   The statues go crashing   And all of your ancient ideals   Your morals we question   Put them to testing   Rules broken you thought were of steel   Scrupleless children   We number in millions   Won't stand for any more of your crummy deals      [Chorus:]   Growing concern   Priests are just rapists   Who worship the dollar   Get hardons from girls at the altar   When in confession   Laugh at your depression   We pay for their   Sins when they falter      [Chorus]      Teachers who profess   We'll make them confess   They've taught us not wisdom, but lies   Burning their textbooks and archaic outlooks   In society's funeral pyre   Senators gain weight as the poor deflate   Starve - as they vote themselves raises   Finger on button, a nuclear glutton   Governing rats caught in mazes   Parents who have raised us   Have not taught but crazed us   Priests who confessed us   Have not cured but depressed us   We'll turn and ignore as we head for the door   Can't take no more