March Of The Sycophants Lyrics - Exhibit B: The Human Condition - Exodus

Do as they say, not as they do 

March to the tune of the Christian right 

Hypocrites, their rules they don't apply to you 

Parading in the name of Christ 

Former leader in a hotel room 

Smoking crank and sucking cock 

Guilty as sin yet innocence presumed 

Still they talk the talk 

Christian soldiers 

Trudging off to war 

Behind the cross of Jesus 

And still they 

[Chorus] 

March! 

March! 

It's the march of the sycophants, they 

March! 

March! 

March in time to the rhythm of the right, they 

March! 

March! 

Here come the sheep, all promenade, they 

March! 

March! 

Everybody loves a parade 

Masters of hyperbole 

They claim to know what's wrong or right 

The mob led to believe so easily 

Like a moth to a light 

Pro-life, anti-life and so sincere 

Battalions of the dull of mind 

Obeying all they read, see or hear 

The ignorant leading the blind 

Christian soldiers 

Trudging off to war 

Behind the cross of Jesus 

And still they 

[Chorus] 

Brain dead plebeians 

Rally 'round the Bible and the flag 

Their prophets are a plumber 

And a small minded rifle packing hag 

One nation under God 

And one under the thumb 

Marching to the beat of a different kind of drum 

It's the march of the sycophants! 

Town hall rabble 

Cry liberty and justice for the few 

It's the end of they world as they know it 

That's what they'll say to you 

Conspiracy theories eaten raw like meat 

Fed by the mother of lies 

They suck straight from the teat 

It's the march of the sycophants!