Get On

Listen to the words of people
Whom you've broken on your way
Tell the reason for your actions
In your private judgement day
Your sexual complexes shaped
A man who knows no sympathy
No God of this corrupt world
Will save your soul will set you free

Get on, get on, get on
You've got the force

You say you're called to judge although
Your statements lack consistency
You're the pig who should decide
What's virtue and what's blasphemy
You stopped thinking like a man
Who was made of flesh and blood
All your money doesn't help
You can't escape from the flood

Get on, get on, get on
You've got the force