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Jo Simon
Text und Musik
Jo Simon
IN SECTS
I’m talking to you insects, you’re to be found in those sects
And some of you want weird sex, eyes without any reflex
You give them all your body, you give them all your mind
You spend a lot of money, you spend a lot of time
You’re looking for enlightenment, as long as you are blind
And they try to convert you, lead you to their one-track mind
They talk about the spirit, they crawl into your soul
They give you eso-terror, they walk on red-hot coals
But your priests they become beasts, if you talk ‘bout their disease
And when it’s hard for you to please, they give you poison gas at least
You are just in sects - In sects
You caught in their nets Beautiful prospect
You’re looking for a new religion, they’ll make for you all your decisions
So are you ready to be called, to sell your soul from door to door
Your guru’s getting fatter, so throw yourself on dirty ground
Then he will cry out for your daughter, to sow the seed of your new lord
Don’t give a damn ‘bout your opinion
Don’t give a damn ‘bout your state
Only interested in your pocket
They pray for love and give you hate
They want control of your body
They want control of your thoughts
They wash your brain with their own shampoo
They wash much more than is allowed
You are just in sects - In sects
You caught in their nets Beautiful prospect
But your priests they become beasts, if you talk ‘bout their disease
And when it’s hard for you to please, they give you poison gas at least
You are just in sects - In sects
You caught in their nets Beautiful prospect
Text und Musik JO SIMON
I’m talking to you insects, you’re to be found in those sects
And some of you want weird sex, eyes without any reflex
You give them all your body, you give them all your mind
You spend a lot of money, you spend a lot of time
You’re looking for enlightenment, as long as you are blind
And they try to convert you, lead you to their one-track mind
They talk about the spirit, they crawl into your soul
They give you eso-terror, they walk on red-hot coals
But your priests they become beasts, if you talk ‘bout their disease
And when it’s hard for you to please, they give you poison gas at least
You are just in sects - In sects
You caught in their nets Beautiful prospect
You’re looking for a new religion, they’ll make for you all your decisions
So are you ready to be called, to sell your soul from door to door
Your guru’s getting fatter, so throw yourself on dirty ground
Then he will cry out for your daughter, to sow the seed of your new lord
Don’t give a damn ‘bout your opinion
Don’t give a damn ‘bout your state
Only interested in your pocket
They pray for love and give you hate
They want control of your body
They want control of your thoughts
They wash your brain with their own shampoo
They wash much more than is allowed
You are just in sects - In sects
You caught in their nets Beautiful prospect
But your priests they become beasts, if you talk ‘bout their disease
And when it’s hard for you to please, they give you poison gas at least
You are just in sects - In sects
You caught in their nets Beautiful prospect
Text und Musik JO SIMON
