Pope Cyrus VII - we're at your back Lyrics

The world's finest regression
God's own extension
Colonial spirit, don't test him
Don't try to beg for respite
Collectively mystified
This gleaming figure in white
His arms are not twigs
He goes to sleep every night
He'll awake with a sermon
It keeps us organized
Brimstone guards his house and yard
Joy is a straight line
Bushels of corn
We placate his mind
Everything is done out of love
Let me reciprocate mine
Don't forget
We're at your back
Don't forget
We're at your back