Ministry Train from Cattywampus by Sunday Night Music Club

Ministry Train

Where’s my doctor, where is my Gin,
Venus in combat boots
Come marching in
Marching in

Bring your sons and your daughters down
Ministry train is coming round
Ministry train is coming round
To your town

We got gold, and we got gold,
And We got body of Christ
We got gold, and we got blood,
And We got body of Christ

Who made the ultimate sacrifice
For your soul
All my life
I learned to give up
All control

Strangling in
Strange waters
Bring your sons and your daughters
We’re going down
Baptized in the water
Singing Jubilous Sounds
Coming Round your way
Minisitry train

Hey my God
He’s coming here
He’s bringing lots of gifts
Christmas time again
For the cranny’s and the riff
Where will you lay
Your weary head
In a manger
With grass for a bed

They coulnd’t pay the tax
Kill them all
Kill them all
All The first born sons
Ministry train

We are the sons of Zion
We are the sons of Zion
On a Ministry Train

You break my fingers one by one
I swear I won’t complain

Lambs for the slaughter
Medium rare please

(ngvgraib ???)
Their selling your children
But you don’t complain
They got greed

Everyone’s a spy
Sherlock Holms spits in your eye
Looking through your pixel screen
They’ll pick your bones, they’ll pick you clean
Sacrifice the rack of lamb
Wash it down with Jesus’ wine
Body of the Eucharist and Everybody’s fine
Because we are the whores of Babylon
We are the sons of Silence

• Alternative
• Gothic-Americana
• alt-country
• country
• gothic
• gothic rock
• psychedelic
• rock
• southern
• southern country gothic rock
• Los Angeles