The Face Of Order Paroles

You motherfucker!!

A good catholic man, make no mistake.
But press that nerve down and see the face.
The face of order is far from Christ.
It has cheeks already bloody, and rage in it's eyes.

Rage.

Johnny was a law man from the age of five.
Now he watches over me and helps me stay in line.
And as he masterbates the chrome
his thumb pulls lightly back the hammer.
Salivating wildly, he says he'd like me to try it again.

Protect you.
And serve you.
Keep you down.
Yes officer.
Big law man. You're in the war now.

I have seen reality, he says, In a new light.
I know where the evil is, and I know I am right.
Ripping through the human garden,
cutting out the weeds,
I was given orders to do anything I please.

Please.

Johnny was a law man from the age of five.
Now he watches over me and helps me stay in line.
And as he masterbates the chrome
his thumb pulls lightly back the hammer.
Salivating wildly, he says he'd like me to try it again.

Try it again. Try it again.
Try it again. Try it again.

Don't bow to the race that is dying inside.
Rotting and swollen with a righteous pride.
Kick to the face, kick to the face, spit in the face and say,
Try it again, you little fucker.
Try it again.