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Alas, alas for you,
Lawyers and pharisees
Hypocrites that you be
Searching for souls and fools to forsake them
You travel the land you scour the sea
After you've got your converts you make them
Twice as fit for hell!
As you are yourselves!

Alas, alas, for you
Lawyers and pharisees
Hypocrites that you are
Sure that the kingdom of Heaven awaits you
You will not venture half so far
Other men that might enter the gates you
Keep from passing through!
Drag them down with you!
You snakes, you viper's brood
You cannot escape being Devil's food!
I send you prophets, and I send you preachers
Sages in rages and ages of teachers
Nothing can mar your mood

Alas, alas for you
Lawyers and pharisees
Hypocrites to a man
Sons of the dogs who murdered the prophets
Finishing off what your fathers began
You don't have time to scorn or to scoff
It's getting very late!
Vengeance doesn't wait!
You snakes, you viper's brood
You cannot escape being Devil's food!
I send you prophets, and I send you preachers
Sages in rages and ages of teachers
Nothing can mar your mood

Blind guides, blind fools
The blood you've spilt
On you will fall!
This nation, this generation
Shall bear the guilt of it all!

Alas, alas alas for you!
Blind fools!!
Alas, alas for you,   Lawyers and pharisees   Hypocrites that you be   Searching for souls and fools to forsake them   You travel the land you scour the sea   After you've got your converts you make them   Twice as fit for hell!   As you are yourselves!      Alas, alas, for you   Lawyers and pharisees   Hypocrites that you are   Sure that the kingdom of Heaven awaits you   You will not venture half so far   Other men that might enter the gates you   Keep from passing through!   Drag them down with you!   You snakes, you viper's brood   You cannot escape being Devil's food!   I send you prophets, and I send you preachers   Sages in rages and ages of teachers   Nothing can mar your mood      Alas, alas for you   Lawyers and pharisees   Hypocrites to a man   Sons of the dogs who murdered the prophets   Finishing off what your fathers began   You don't have time to scorn or to scoff   It's getting very late!   Vengeance doesn't wait!   You snakes, you viper's brood   You cannot escape being Devil's food!   I send you prophets, and I send you preachers   Sages in rages and ages of teachers   Nothing can mar your mood      Blind guides, blind fools   The blood you've spilt   On you will fall!   This nation, this generation   Shall bear the guilt of it all!      Alas, alas alas for you!   Blind fools!!