Salt Lake City Sunday

Lyrics

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 too 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!