Talk Show – You Shall Know Us lyrics

Well we all love our children
In a town filled with whores
We all love building
Till death is a bore
A stoner Jesus waits
We all wonder at heavens gates
Offence is naïve it doesn’t change a thing

Greed, anger, foolishness
And the infatuations of egoism
These four poisoned darts
From the mind infect us all

You still have a hole
Buried in your heart
I recognise
It’s easy when you start
And this ball keeps on going
And it all keeps on rolling
Holy hell we’re futile

Greed, anger, foolishness
And the infatuations of egoism
These four poisoned darts
From the mind infect us all