The withering serpent puts out his cigar
With a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation
Its embers dance overhead (its embers dance over head) his polished boots,
As his yearning parade bubbles, for a xenophobic nation

He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes
They choke as they sniff out racial agendas under the boiling sun
For shackling the blameless men and women
In unroofed reformatories is priority number one
He releases his soldiers under his command
Racing to feast on anyone who criticizes his work

He puts his hungry wolves upon leashes
They choke as they sniff out racial agendas under the boiling sun
As nonviolent inmates die in rotting cages,
Giving the man nothing more than a smirk

After years of waiting, nothing has changed.
He spits a cesspool of deception
A leader? a hero? a territorial martyr?
More or a less an enormous misconception
The withering serpent puts out his cigar
With a scoff and sneer below his frigid exhalation

After years of waiting, nothing has changed.
He spits a cesspool of deception
A leader? a hero? a territorial martyr?
More or a less an enormous misconception
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The Deity Misconception Lyrics

Job For A Cowboy – The Deity Misconception Lyrics

Songwriters: ALAN GLASSMAN, JONATHAN DAVY, JON RICE, ANTHONY SANNICANDRO, NICHOLAS SCHENDZIELOS
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