Old st. paul he told them all   Like it was him they hung out to dry   From stolen dreams are made the means   To lead the souls who must abide   Then you’ll never have to work again   You glide along the backs of men   Who add up the witness list of souls   That want to feel but need to be told   At the bar the lone star scar   The seraph like’d to hear a song   The crowd was moved, I disapprove   No writer tell me he’s wrong   You’re told to leave and not come back again   Fall in line not question when   To peel off the shrink wrap pride inside   Let’s cheer and sing to the big lie      Those who do believe   Do they know they are deceived   Amidst the luxury   A manufactured deity   That you are pause to see   No substitutions if you please   Like starving is disease   They hunger for celebrity