We’re at your back Lyrics – Pope Cyrus VII

The world’s finest regression
God’s own extension
Colonial spirit, don’t test him
Don’t try to beg for respite

Collectively mystified
This gleaming figure in white
His arms are not twigs
He goes to sleep every night

He’ll awake with a sermon
It keeps us organized
Brimstone guards his house and yard
Joy is a straight line

Bushels of corn
We placate his mind
Everything is done out of love
Let me reciprocate mine

Don’t forget
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Pope Cyrus VII Lyrics – We’re at your back

Pope Cyrus VII

We’re at your back