"Numbers 31:17-18" lyrics

(Now kill all the boys. And kill every woman who has had sex with a man. But save for yourselves the young girls who have not had sex with a man.)

(Save for yourselves. Save for yourselves the virgins. Take the virgin children for yourselves. You good boy good boy good boy good boy. )

The context is missing, long long forgotten
Oh, the context, the context is on the milk cartons
But they still fill the bottle for that silhouette of air
The babe will crawl home and suck on excuses and prayers

Context! Context!
There is context to the slaughter
There is a loving good good reason god's quotations kill a daughter

There's a lump under the rug in religion's house
They will dance and defend anything to keep it from coming out

There's a whore next door
She's your reward
Oh what you could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something:
"I'm biting into an apple and I'm afraid of nothing"

And here they come with their bullets made of Jesus
The muscle of god that will surely defeat us
The bigger question that's presenting
Is what kind of god are you defending?

The love of a parent that if you deny
That parent will send you straight down and watch your muscle fry
They will not stop singing and defending that song
Rather find the excuse for massacre than be wrong
Rather ignore the lyrics than stop singing along

There's a whore next door
She's your reward
Oh what you could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something:
"I'm biting into an apple and I'm afraid of nothing"

Oh, oh god says you're such a good boy
Take a child for yourself, for yourself to enjoy
Cause what god gives, god can take
And give to you with god-given permission to break

Break break break
Take take take
Good boy good good boy good boy good boy
Good good good good good good good
Good good good good good good good good

Context! Context!
There is context to the gore
Relax your furrowed brow
For the rape was blessed by the Lord

There is no need for concern
There is no need for a fight
The drug of god's permission
Will help you sleep
Sleep
Sleeeeeeeep at night

There's a whore next door
She's your reward
Oh what you could you want, could you want that's more?
Before her death, I heard her say something:
"I'm biting into an apple and I'm afraid of nothing"

I'm afraid of nothing. (whore next door, she's your reward)
I'm afraid of nothing. (oh what could you want, could you want that's more)
I'm afraid of nothing. (before her death, I heard her say something)
(God can give innocence, god can take it)
(And give it to a good man to break it)

The women are ghosts, they are sheets, they're compliant (I'm afraid of nothing)
God made their voices and demanded their silence (I'm afraid of nothing)
Oh isn't it strange, the morality of god (I'm afraid of nothing)
Caters to the ones in control, how strange, how odd

Oh you good fucking joy of a boy
You good good good fucking good good good boy
Take a child, take one, take two, take another
Your reward for obeying is kids and plunder

Cause what god gives, god can take
Cause what god gives, god can take
Cause what god gives, god can take
And give to you with god-given permission to break