MMCM - Crown And Pulpit

MMCM - Crown And Pulpit I learned what fear can do to people Long before I learned to preach Give them something they can lose And someone they can blame Tell them order has been broken Tell them innocence is gone Tell them heaven keeps a record Of the ones who chose The wrong I don't need a throne I only need To bless the man Who wants one Crown and pulpit Sword and psalm Ballot folded In the praying palm Crown and pulpit Flag and flame Put the fear of God Inside A candidate's name I don't have to write the statute I don't have to cast the vote I only have to make obedience Feel righteous in the throat I only have to name a danger Only have to point the way And every frightened congregation Will call submission Faith I don't need a throne I only need To tell it Where to kneel Crown and pulpit Sword and psalm Ballot folded In the praying palm Crown and pulpit Flag and flame Put the fear of God Inside A candidate's name He gives me judges I give him Sunday He gives protection I give names He says conscience I say kingdom We both mean power All the same We shake hands beneath the cameras Then pretend the room is clean Call the bargain moral courage Call the hunger Destiny Fear needs a body Power needs a mouth He needs my blessing I need his house Fear needs a body Power needs a name Give them both to heaven And no one sees The chain The oldest trick was never heaven The oldest trick was who could speak for it Who could place a hand above you Who could tell you Which suffering was sacred Which body was unclean Which neighbour was the reason God had turned away from you Which laws were merely justice Which cruelties were truth Which fear was called protection Which lie Was called The proof Crown and pulpit Sword and psalm Ballot folded In the praying palm Crown and pulpit Flag and flame Put the fear of God Inside A candidate's name Give me the frightened Give me the faithful Give me the furious Give me the ashamed Give me the people Who need an enemy And I will give them One Give me the pulpit Give me the cameras Give me the language That sounds like grace And I will turn Every private terror Into something That can vote Crown and pulpit Teeth and tongue One sells heaven One gets laws done Crown and pulpit Hand in hand One gives orders One makes God Sound like The command I do not need a crown I only need The king To owe me