Lock up your sons
Lock up your daughters
Send them to temple
Lead them to slaughter
Put them on ships
Send them away
Tell them their sins must all be conveyed
Don't let them hear song
Burn all of their books
Meter their thoughts
Put them on the hook
If they should question what you have said
Take away dinner and send them to bed

Show your love through punishment
Think of all the money spent

In order for one to truly see clear
Do not protest
Only revere
Teachings brought forth by chosen white men
Whose smile and eyes are seemingly dead

Show your love through punishment
Think of all the money spent
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Mama's gonna buy you eternal worth
Lock up your sons
Lock up your daughters
Send them to temple
Lead them to slaughter
Put them on ships
Send them away
Tell them their sins must all be conveyed
Who needs to feel love when you've got belief?
That following blind can circumvent grief
The more that you give the better you are
The higher your worth
The brighter your star