[Intro]
"Now kill all the boys
And kill every woman
Who has had sex with a man
But save for yourselves
The young girls who have
Not have sex with a man
Save for yourselves
Save for yourselves the virgins
Take the virgin children for yourselves
You good boy, good boy
Good boy, good boy"
[Verse 1]
The context is missing, long, long forgotten
Oh, the context, the context is on the milk cartons
But they still fill the bottle for that silhouette of air
The babe will crawl home and suck on excuses and prayers
Context, context, there is context to the slaughter
There is a loving, good, good, reason
God's quotations kill a daughter
There's a lump under the rug in religion's house
They will dance and defend anything to keep it from comin' out
[Chorus]
There's a whore next door, she's your reward
Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something
"I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"
[Verse 2]
And here they come, with their bullets made of Jesus
The muscle of God that will surely defeat us
The bigger question that's presenting
Is, "What kind of God are you defending?"
The love of a parent that if you deny, that parent
Will send you straight down and watch your muscle fry
They will not stop singing and defending that song
Rather find the excuse for massacre than be wrong
Rather ignore the lyrics than stop singing along
[Chorus]
There's a whore next door, she's your reward
Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something
"I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"
Oh, God says, "You're such a good boy
Take a child for yourself, for yourself to enjoy
'Cause what God gives, God can take, and
Give to you with God-given permission to break"
[Post-Chorus]
Break, break, break
Take, take, take
Good boy, good, good boy
Good boy, good boy
Good, good, good, good
Good, good, good, good
Good, good, good, good
Good, good, good—
[Verse 3]
Context, context, there is context to the gore
Relax your furrowed brow, for the rape was blessed by the Lord
There is no need for concern, there is no need for a fight
The drug of God's permission will help you sleep
Sleep, sleep at night
[Chorus]
There's a whore next door, she's your reward
Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something
"I'm biting into an apple, and I'm afraid of nothing"
(Whore next door, she's your reward)
I'm afraid of nothing
(Oh, what could you want, could you want that's more?)
I'm afraid of nothing
(Before her death, I heard her say something)
I'm afraid of nothing
(God can give innocence, God can take it)
(And give it to a good man to break it)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
[Outro]
The women are ghosts, they are sheets, they're compliant
(I'm afraid of nothing)
God made their voices, and demanded their silence
(I'm afraid of nothing)
Oh, isn't it strange, the morality of God?
(I'm afraid of nothing)
Caters to the ones in control, how strange, how odd
Oh, you good fucking, joy of a boy
You good, good, good, fucking good, good, good boy
Take a child, take one, take two, take another
Your reward for obeying is kids and plunder
'Cause what God gives, God can take
'Cause what God gives, God can take
'Cause what God gives, God can take
And give to you with God-given permission to break
