From the recording There's a War

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YOU PREACH YET YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY
ALWAYS THE MILK AND NEVER THE MEAT

YOU STARVE THE SHEEP
TO FEED THE GOATS

A FAMINE IN THE PEWS
PESTILENCE AND DISEASE SWEEPING THROUGH

SICKLY, HAVING NO WAY TO DEFEND
AND NOW, WOLVES COME TO FEED