Father Superior (feat. Halie) Lyrics

Something got a hold of me
I know you got your reasons
So praise The Lord and give us strength
Don't take away our freedom

Tangerines and tales of paradise
Father Superior - give us euphoria!
The children sleep in fields of pesticide
Dream of utopia made in America

Father Superior

Flavor Aid of grapes and cyanide
Father Superior!
Praise The Lord in fields of genocide
Father Superior

And every nightmare comes from ambition
Every utopia dies in America
And every delusion comes from a vision
Every utopia dies in America

Ahh
Father Superior
Ahh
Father Superior

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Father Superior