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Common Market - Crossblow lyrics
(Hey) The interjection interrupts the status-quo Grab the staff – holdin’ back the stratus off the plateau Cold settle in, elders talkin’ “long winters evident” Seal it closed; deal another dose of medicine, they say (Hey) Things could always be worse – the church is waterproof Impermeable to the blood the slaughter produces We’ll wait it out here and summon the saints to oversee us Pastor chaperone, lead us in a prayer for non-believers sayin’ (Hey) Lord they strayed from the fold Gave ‘em the knowledge of Solomon and they made the choice to trade it for gold Grant us victory against the victims Satan takes in Paused to end – the room in unison repeated “amen,” and then (Hey) A solitary echo through the sanctuary set it off “How can we be leaders if the rest are lost?” Quelled quick – cleric rose and spoke, addressed him ‘heretic’ He drew heat from the manuscript in Hebrew, Greek and Arabic “Many are called, but few are chosen” he quoted To which the team ratified and all but one seemed satisfied Same cat: “Explain that please – where’s the balance?” The panel seized – no man of reason ever dared to challenge the Infallible – Priest deferred to Bishop, the Bishop to the Cardinal Cardinal to the Pope – Pope to Oracle And She suggested possibly the meaning was implied That the ‘chosen one’ was he the others chose to cast aside sayin’ (Hey) You cannot be worthy with your dirty garb Fuck your thirty-odd-year ministry; you’re finished leadin’ People down a narrow path, complicatin’ Pharaoh’s Math Castigate the cat for trynna harrow with the parallax (Hey) Who you think you’re foolin’ with your nobleness and globalism When your pearl of wisdom lack the opalescent sheen We’re accustomed to carats in high teens By the King we demand you answer to a higher being sayin’ (Hey) Hey – all the way to your beheading You’re gon’ pay for letting broken etiquette affect the wedding ceremony Pony up and put your pumpkin in the guillotine Storefront watch and score one for the Philistines (Hey) Pay attention, son – here’s where the plot twists Bloody moon debauchery and talk of the apocalypse is Taken outta context, Pagans tout a contest The knight was a sacrifice to let the pawn check (Hey) Now they’re makin’ moves in self defense Trynna piece together strategies from clues shelved since The Orthodoxy had interpretation liberties exclusively Stone-throwin’ finger-pointin’ bitches – you aint new to me (Hey) See we are not the Puritans or Lutherans Or Calvinists or any other Protestantic pseudonym Ironically they persecute us, too – to turn ‘em all against The truth – mental funnel out the fundamental tolerance (Hey) We’re callin’ from the wall around your compound Reclaim our stomping grounds – common bond’ll be the God Sound Pump it – speakers stay conveyin’ translations of the message By virtue of the words it’s evidence of the Vestige of the lesser prophets – make it a point Through acknowledgement the successor drop it over the joint Touch greatness – how long you gonna play us to the side See the pauper you condemned is now him that takes the bride sayin’ (Hey) Today we celebrate the revolution The cycle is complete and each has made a contribution From this day forward we’re gon’ work allied in concert Faith applied in service – not concerned with makin’ converts (Hey) A single inquisition from the gathering A smattering of “what about’s?” and heads started scattering Typical – folks a prone to dodge the one to search And I said “pardon me for probin’ but I used to go to church…” |
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