The Deity Misconception Songtext
von Job for a Cowboy

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 un-violent 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