Lyric Eat Your Dog

Weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land.
You re dying you assholes, your religion can t help you now.
Dying and starving in the fields you used to plow.
Rotting bones in your barren fields. Worshipped creature s supposed to heal.
He won t save you and he won t save me. See what you want to see.
Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe,
Starving and dying in the fields you used to know.
You re tied and bound to a god s useless advice.
Bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight.
In the end you ll return once more to die again.
Go on til you can t no more in non-eternal sin.