Mountainside - The Slackers

Where come the prophets from the past you say

Who saved the people kept oppressors at bay

Stricking the wicked made them slither and hide

From the mountainside

He gathered the people both young and old

Preaching the truth about the lies they told

Curing the sick with only a touch of his hand

All across the land

Some people say

You got to throw the past away

Still I pray

These lessons learned will not decay

But soon the storm clouds began to reign

Destiny pointing it’s finger with distain

The shadows perched in trees like birds of prey

To choke the light of day

Some people say

You got to throw the past away

Still I pray

These lessons learned will not decay

They build their towers of lust and greed

Raping our minds to plant their seed

And from the ashes can’t you see

The tattered wings of our reality

The wolves dressed up to lead the meek like sheep

Babbling promises they know they can’t keep

Weaving their web of lies and utter deceit

The huddled masses by their feet

So where come the prophets from the past you say

Who saved the people kept oppressors at bay

And don’t you forget that man was crucified

On the mountainside

On the mountainside

On the mountainside