So, it´s stars and crosses,
Reasoning for losses,
You learn right from wrong,
And then you write the book yourself,
Right the wrongs, you know,
And then you´re all in your rows,
All in your rows, (x3)

Domination favorin´ with war-torn tradition,
Picking holes in holy,
And in blinkered vision,
You left us standing with no understanding,
There´s no give,
Here´s no give,
And then you´re all in your rows,
All in your rows, (x3)

The cityscape and countryside,
You´ve got local boys, they´re going nationwide,
So here´s your church,
And here´s your steeple,
And you´re locking your doors,
To keep in all the people, let them go.