Bellicose Rhetoric by The Hidden Hand Lyrics

The drums are beatin the chorus shrill
Someone's been cheatin'
It's time to kill
They got the germs you know it's true
They seek the way to wax your kids
& you
Who's the infidel,who's the pure ?
This year for sure my steed will hurl'
Same old line nothin new they still
Deny that they knew
They got missiles,pointed at your barn
Don't like your book
& want your farm
An oxymoron to coin a phrase
This rigid doctrine dogma depraved