[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