A month of Sundays, law enforced 

The church's new torture is now enforced 

A month of church every day 

Is what they want without delay 



Backed by troops, hated by people 

One day you're forced towards the steeple 

You're living in the shadow of death 

The lightning bolt that steals your breath 



The church's doors are never shut 

You're always welcome in 

But when will the day come 

When you have to pay for them to relieve your sin?