Oh no now not again how? You got me jumpin my skin old friend You can't believe it you can't conceive it Why would we want to do things different? The whole scene is a setup to be so clean The whole scene is a setup to mislead You got the wrong ones, outnumber right ones They ain't got enough ground to stand on Where you lead them, they will follow So fill them up with words that won't leave them hollow You see the preacher slinging praises He twist the truth into the most bent up phrases A crooked creature in the light looks rattled Be'cause the hypocrites have got monster shadows Ya'll sing the same old song That's why we move it on