In God We Trust, Inc.

God damn, well let's do a tune called rawhide, okay
God damn tape's rollin', let's go

Let's move 'em out
1, 2, 3, 4

Rolin' rollin' rollin'
Rolin' rollin' rollin'
Rolin' rollin' rollin'
Rolin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Keep them dogies rollin'
Keep them dogies rollin'

Rawhide
Don't try to understand them
Just rope, throw and brand 'em
Soon they'll be kneeling high and wide

Movin' movin' movin'
Movin' movin' movin'
Movin' movin' movin'
Keep movin' movin' movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Keep them dogies movin'

Rawhide
If you're ever wondereing whether
Hay will make more leather
Question the girl by my side
All the things i'm missin'
Good viddles, love and kissin'
Are waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em out head 'em up get 'em up
Move 'em out head 'em up get 'em up
Rawhide
Somehow i think i need a maserati
To ride 'em in

Rawhide
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rawhide
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rawhide
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'

You call yourself the moral majority
We call ourselves the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive

You say, 'god loves you. come and buy the good news'
Then you buy the president and swimming pools
If jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive

Circus-tent con-men and southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions then they steal your money
It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the salem witch trials

Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties
Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and a bible
God must be dead if you're alive

Blow it out your ass, jerry falwell
Blow it out your ass, jesse helms
Blow it out your ass, ronald reagan
What's wrong with a mind of my own?

You don't want abortions, you want battered children
You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem
Now you wanna force us to pray in school
God must be dead if you're such a fool

You're planning for a war with or without iran
Building a police state with the ku klux klan
Pissed at your neighbour? don't bother to nag
Pick up the phone and turn in a fag

Blow it out your ass, terry dolan
Blow it out your ass, phyllis schlafly
Ram it up your cunt, anita
Cos god must be dead
If you're alive
God must be dead
If you're alive

Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks

I'm tired of kissin' ass
I can't sit still all day
You know i know your school's a lie
That's why you dragged me here

'you're a hyperactve child
You're disruptive, you're too wild
We're going to calm you down
Now this won't hurt a bit'

Drag me to the floor
Pullin' down my pants
Ram a needle up my butt
Put my brain into a trance

'no more hyperactive child
Got too much of a mind
Wouldn't you rather be happy?
Now this won't hurt a bit'

Cameras in the balls
No windows, just brick walls
Pledge allegiance to a flag
Now you will obey