Heath McNease - Thought Police (Room 101) lyrics

[Intro] Yo, it's that Chet Atkins stuff It's that Grand Ole Opry, Ryman Auditorium stuff Yo, yeah [Verse 1] On the gallows like a scarlet letter monster Fight to keep my name until I twitch like Mr. Procter Youthful indiscretion, blink once and it cost ya The stones they throw to cause the kink up in the posture This ain't the sinners in the hands of angry God But this is pistols in the hands of angry mobs And lit torches for the villagers and shock And gavel courses for the court that's living false But don't bow to it Powdered wigs and an outfit Doesn't mean I owe you an ounce You were wicked without it And we will denounce you like the witches you ousted Every wish you just doused it Like this is your Auschwitz But the victims are valiant and listed by thousands And you're addicted to power How'd you [?] the balance And love is blind When the fiction is absent Why can't the sins of the father just sit in the ashes? [Hook] So tie your pretty little noose a bit tighter I can't remember when this town was so excited And every surrounding county's invited We kick the box and watch the crowd go silent While we sipping on that old ultra-violence The judge, jury, and executioner's finest They call it family entertainment Gallows play defendant and shallowness is plaintiff [Verse 2] Paging Comrade Smith Tell me why you love this double dutch myth Cause Big Brother saw the subtler binge And it's nine doubleplusgood 
he's doubleplus pissed The proletariat buries the [?] [?] the various badges
to merit [?] stabbin' the cleric [Aryan?] havoc that ravaged the parish And there was barely a lavender tear of air in the baron's terrace And it's for Adam And every Adam after him 
and every Mary Magdelene Impaired by stares and [battle wounds?] And lands in shattered gla** and rose of Sharon activists Rose black scattered, battered, torn and tattered after it And I'm as Hester Prynne as it gets I'm as guilty and frickin' filthy as the crucible is They say don't even get him started A pretty model little martyr for your little daughters [Hook]