But how do kings and presidents, prime ministers and generals, and company chairmen sleep at night?

How do they shut their eyes when they turn out the lights?

Turn out the lights for the people they're shitting on

Turn out the lights for the people they're torturing

Turn out the lights for the people they're poisoning

Turn out the lights for the people they're starving

Turn out the lights for the people they've murdered

They got two big secrets one up each sleeve, first they believe that they're doing God's work, and that's the lie that they can lie down with, 'Cause it's seconded by the people they govern. 'Cause the people they govern will work for them, buy from them, and die for them

And the people they govern will vote for them

And the people they govern do their sleeping for them

Do their sleeping for them, do their sleeping for them

Meanwhile Ronnie is on first name terms with God, or so he sees it in his head. Too many motion pictures when he was younger, and he's round at God's place for a meal.

God preparest a table before Ronnie

In the presence of Ronnie's enemies

God annointest Ronnies' head with oil

Ronnie's cup runneth over

Surely goodness and mercy, shall follow Ron

An Psalm is an anagram of napalms

Wake up, we must wake up!

We must wake up!

We must wake up!

We must wake up!