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Exodus
Exodus


Background information
Origin San Francisco Bay Area, California, USA
Genre(s) Thrash Metal
Years active 1980—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Century Media Records
Nuclear Blast
Associated acts Metallica
Blind Illusion
Sexoturica
Testament
Website Website
Members
Rob Dukes
Gary Holt
Lee Altus
Jack Gibson
Tom Hunting
Former members
Kirk Hammett
Paul Baloff
Steve Souza
Rick Hunolt
Rob McKillop
Michael Butler
John Tempesta
Paul Bostaph
Evan McCaskey
Steev Esquivel
Chris Kontos
Keith Stewart
Matt Harvey
Tim Agnello
Mike Maung
Carlton Nelson
Geoff Andrews
Perry Strickland
Gannon Hall



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Exodus Lyrics

"March Of The Sycophants" lyrics


Do as they say, not as they do
March to the tune of the christian right
Hypocrites, their rules they don't apply to you
Parading in the name of christ
Former leader in a hotel room
Smoking crank and sucking cock
Guilty as sin, yet innocense presumed
Still they talk the talk

Christian soldiers
Trudging off to war
Behind the cross of jesus
And still they

March!
March!
It's the march of the sycophants, they
March!
March!
March in time to the rhythm of the right, they
March!
March!
Here come the sheep, all promenade, they
March!
March!
Everybody loves a parade

Masters of hyperbole
They claim to know what's wrong or right
The mob led to believe so easily
Like a moth to a light
Pro-life, anti-life and so sincere
Battalions of the dull of mind
Obeying all they read, see or hear
The ignorant leading the blind

Christian soldiers
Trudging off to war
Behind the cross of jesus
And still they

March!
March!
It's the march of the sycophants, they
March!
March!
March in time to the rhythm of the right, they
March!
March!
Here come the sheep, all promenade, they
March!
March!
Everybody loves a parade

Brain dead plebians
Rally round the bible and the flag
Their prophets are a plumber
And a small minded rifle packing hag
One nation under god
And one under the thumb
Marching to the beat of a different kind of drum
It's the march of the sycophants!

Town hall rabble
Cry liberty and justice for the few
It's the end of the world as they know it
That's what they'll say to you
Conspiracy theories eaten raw like meat
Fed by the mother of lies
They suck straight from the teat
It's the march of the sycophants!

Solo Lee Altus
Solo Gary Holt

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