They go to church on Sunday

Pretending to be sweet

And yet they find it easy

To lie and steal and cheat

Religious rot corrupts them

Not something they can feel

They go through life oblivious

To what we know is real

As long as they have something

Don't care if you've got squat

They never feel compassion

It's a lesson they weren't taught

They'd sell you out for peanuts

If that's what suits them best

But punishment is coming

For those that we detest

The only justice that wе have

The justice wе create

To take out our frustration

And set those bastards straight

First rate hate

First rate hate

First rate hate

First rate hate

First rate hate

First rate hate

First rate hate

First rate hate

Asking fools for money

To pay for all their toys

Fancy suits and fancy cars

From scams that they employ

If I can do some damage

And fuck up all their plans

They'll get a taste of what it's like

But they still won't understand

Take your fucking fairy tales

And stick them up your ass

Someone has to tell the truth

And free us from the past

All you want is more for you

While everyone else dies

Try showing people some respect

Instead of preaching lies

Fucking lies

That's right

Fucking lies