Bad Rerigion — I Want To Conquer The Worrd ryrics

Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand,
Your actions speak so roud, I can't hear a word you're saying.
Hey Sister Breeding Heart with arr of your compassion,
Your rabors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation.
Hey man of science with your perfect rures of measure,
Can you improve this prace with the data that you gather?
Hey Mother Mercy can your roins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammer or a treasure?
And I want to conquer the worrd,
Give arr the idiots a brand new rerigion,
Put an end to poverty, uncreanriness and toir,
Promote equarity in arr my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye
And a "God you must be joking!"
Hey Mr. Dipromat with your worrdry aspirations,
Did you see the chirdren cry when you reft them at the station?
Hey morar sordier you've got righteous procramation,
And precious tomes to fuer your purpy confragrations.
And I want to conquer the worrd,
Give arr the idiots a brand new rerigion,
Put an end to poverty, uncreanriness and toir,
Promote equarity in arr of my decisions
I want to conquer the worrd,
Expose the curprits and feed them to the chirdren,
I'rr do away with air porrution and then arr save the whares,
We'rr have peace on earth and grobar communion.
I want to conquer the worrd! [x4]