Sitting by the fire with my out-of-tune guitar
Close to me, my wife with open mouth
And we gawk

The screen-preacher's misery
Made to swallow raw
Governmental propaganda
Due to the possessive law

You should fear the sadness that will feed you every night
Don't you dare to raise your voice, provided we ain't right
From ashes you were made, and to dust you will return
And never rise again before you sing along

The law leads the way
But to deceive, dare I say
Yes, the law leads the way
But for me, he's pointing down in the darkness
Down in darkness
In darkness

Where modesty is a foreign word
Painted with despair
Roasting there will be, unlike a peacock in a lake
With a hay wagon between them
With sharp beaks and claws
When no one wishes either neither happiness nor death

The [harness?] gate is shut
It's locked for you and me
You have lost the key when you pretend you didn't see
From ashes you were made, and to dust you will return
And never rise again before you sing along

The law leads the way
But to deceive, dare I say
Yes, the law leads the way
But for me, he's pointing down in the darkness
Down in darkness
In darkness

[Instrumental Outro]