Rob's Bellfry

(Here's another guest poster - I guess people are already getting bored with their free time! If anyone else wants to contribute, just lemme know! )

This is Rob from the Psyatics...I'm gonna share some lyrics with ya, because I'm going stir crazy, and I don't include them in our albums ;)

Today's COVID LOCKDOWN lyric is from my days in the Yeller Bellies, more recently from the new Psyatics album 'Devil You Know'...stay safe!

Here to Suffer

It seems the current price of original sin 
Is preventing the poor from being asked to join in 
The good book demands that we all join hands 
And bow down, accepting our fate 
But we’re all here to suffer, on this point I think we relate

There's a method to the slaughter, rounding up our sons and daughters

Sacked and drowned them in the waters, spare the rod and spoil the child                    

A lamentation for the meek. You inherit nothing being weak
Witness the crimson of the creek. In God's eyes, we're all defiled

         Savior on the mound and disciples in the mud
         Washing their hands with the innocents blood
         Preacher at the pulpit, parish in the pews               
         Ask the lord for guidance when they hear the news            

         We're here to suffer                  

Witness the sermon on amounts. Salvation offers no discounts

How much you give is tantamount to the value of your sins

(Pay up, everybody wins)                         

                                                                                                                                                 

There's a method to the slaughter, rounding up our sons and daughters

Sacked and drowned them in the waters, spare the rod and spoil the child                    

A lamentation for the meek. You inherit nothing being weak
Witness the crimson of the creek. In God's eyes, we're all defiled

         Speaker at the podium, lemmings fill the joint
         Beg their lord's forgiveness from the lowest point
         President addresses while the nation falls for
         A policy resulting in a holy war

         We're here to suffer

                                                                  

It seems the current price of original sin 
Is preventing the poor from being asked to join in 
The good book demands that we all join hands 
And bow down, accepting our fate 
But we’re all here to suffer, on this point I think we relate

                                                                           

                                                                                               R. BELL