And Then... / Coda Lyrics

The head of priests say their prayers, sing their psalms, and wave their charms
They save their souls, they sell their fears, they grow their beards, and shave their heads

And then we all
Try to make up our minds

Keeps shoving those double-thick slices of electric salad down my throat
Stop slipping those thinly-spread, buttered salmon sandwiches into my suit