Judge A Pope Just By The Cover
Texti: Valgarður Guðjónsson
No change of heart or a head
On the night of the dead
Same old stuff, same old book
Not even changing the look
A brand new almighty's mate
In the city of hate
No matter how deadly wrong
Raps the same stupid song
Leaving Rome for his home tonight
Leaving blind legacy behind
Fighting health care like hell
Education as well
Keeping ignorance high
All for faith, just to die
Abducting spirit of kind
To the morally blind
Teaching scorn, preaching hate
In the name of the great
From the land of Pope and gory.