TheDeceased
Ex-Bluelighter
There was a form with a dotted line
And in order to reform you had to sign
Then angels would rejoice, or so they said
(You have to remember that they had rocks in their head)
Though despite their one track minds
And despite the blind leading the blind
At least there’s salvation for them in the end
Or maybe what a goldfish finds round the U-bend
Regardless at least they have hope for the future
While I’m stuck here smoking dope like a loser
At least they’ve devoted their lives to a cause
While I’ve spent my life on rewind or on pause
But then again fuck that I’d rather be baked
Than bow down to God and be baptized in a lake
So Moses can suck my atheist balls
And the pope-mobile can crash through a wall
There have been no wars ignited by smoke
Though granted times past and my memory’s a joke
There’s something that’s left I don’t regret
And that is all or any of it
I’m not going to follow an ancient set of rules
Crudely constructed by tripped out old fools
Looking for ways to make a quick buck
While everyone else’s face down in the muck
Religion is the solicitation of the soul in the name of retribution
The lease of our spirit to so-called holy financial institutions
A book of maps for what is supposed to be an uncharted journey
Limiting you to the revelations of other travelers who’ve come before you
Fuck God with a lightning rod
Jesus is dead
And in order to reform you had to sign
Then angels would rejoice, or so they said
(You have to remember that they had rocks in their head)
Though despite their one track minds
And despite the blind leading the blind
At least there’s salvation for them in the end
Or maybe what a goldfish finds round the U-bend
Regardless at least they have hope for the future
While I’m stuck here smoking dope like a loser
At least they’ve devoted their lives to a cause
While I’ve spent my life on rewind or on pause
But then again fuck that I’d rather be baked
Than bow down to God and be baptized in a lake
So Moses can suck my atheist balls
And the pope-mobile can crash through a wall
There have been no wars ignited by smoke
Though granted times past and my memory’s a joke
There’s something that’s left I don’t regret
And that is all or any of it
I’m not going to follow an ancient set of rules
Crudely constructed by tripped out old fools
Looking for ways to make a quick buck
While everyone else’s face down in the muck
Religion is the solicitation of the soul in the name of retribution
The lease of our spirit to so-called holy financial institutions
A book of maps for what is supposed to be an uncharted journey
Limiting you to the revelations of other travelers who’ve come before you
Fuck God with a lightning rod
Jesus is dead
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