Out where the tithing's broke Their blundering and their Dallin oaks scold 'em flecks and blessings weasels Cream in Celestial degrees The time has come to close FAIR's fare To pay for rain, not pray for care The time has come, a pact's a pact It belongs to them, let's give it back How can we preach when our kids are learning? How do we sleep while the kolas are burning? How can we teach when their funds, our earnings? How do we sleep while the kolas are burning? The time has come to close FAIR's fare To pay for rain, not pray for care Four Nephis scare the loosest screws From Kingstons, North to Skin that's Nu The Western Deseret lives and breathes In forty, fifty, not three degrees The time has come to close FAIR's fare To pay for rain, not pray for care The time has come, a pact's a pact It belongs to them, let's give it back How can we preach when our kids are learning? How do we sleep while the kolas are burning? How can we teach when their funds, our earnings? How do we sleep while the kolas are burning?
Come with me Through the veil We'll pray by the glass And let the minutes pass Take my hand Come back to the brand Let's find a way Tithing to pay Let me see you Stripped down to the skin Let me see you Stripped down to the skin Initiatory Has oil on this You're breathing in names I covenant like a kiss Take my hand Come back to the brand Where creation is ours For two hours Let me see you Stripped down to the skin Let me see you Stripped down to the skin Let me hear you Make decisions With inspired television Let me hear you signing Just for glory Let me see you Stripped down to the skin Let me hear you signing Just for glory Let me see you Stripped down to the soul Let me hear you crying Just for family
Well done! I even "heard" it with Midnight Oil's accent and instrumentals.
It put me in mind of their other hit, "Blue Sky Mine". And the lyrics really don't even need to change, for this verse:
The candy store paupers lie to the share holders They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers The balance sheet is breaking up the sky So I'm caught at the junction still waiting for medicine The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night And if the blue sky mining company won't come to my rescue If the sugar refining company won't save me Who's gonna save me?
Eerie. Almost like the cult isn't really a religion but an ordinary greedy corrupt exploitative capitalist money mining corpora-- oh. Yeah.
"And the lyrics really don't even need to change, for this verse"
And what a verse.
"The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine"
By the sweat of Mormon brows Mormonism will invest and give them hollow promises, basic reciprocate required charity, and what any conscientious FOR PROFIT multinational conglomerate corporation would do for the world in giving charity.