Salt Lake City Sunday

No power can shake the glory

No man can stand and fight the fountain of truth

Send out the clean and righteous

Wipe up the Beast infection

And bring some love bright whiteness into your life

They march, the Latter Day Saints

Salt Lake's sick residents

They want you to repent

The want your ten percent

They march, the Latter Day Saints

They march, the Latter Day Saints

Salt Lake's sick residents

They want you to repent

The want your ten percent

They march, the Latter Day Saints

They slam the door in your face

They're smiling at me to

You want me more but I want nothing from you

I see your found Kennedy

Mixed up in polygamy

Leave my ancestors to rot in their graves

They march, the Latter Day Saints

Salt Lake's sick residents

They want you to repent

The want your ten percent

They march, the Latter Day Saints

They march, the Latter Day Saints

Salt Lake's sick residents

They want you to repent

The want your ten percent

They march, the Latter Day Saints

I slam the door in your face!