Or, The Wrong Kind of Message:
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HERESY
Jimi Hendrix died for all our sins
As did one 'Marilyn Monroe'
*There are many here among us*
Who know from hard roads to a ho
Your Jesus, in Her Boddhisattva Aspect
(Mos' def'nitely the hippest of the Jews)
Turned tables on some pawnshops in a temple
And ended up with nothing-left-to-lose
Those Honest Injun Joes, baptized-by-firewater
Hunted, gathered, Bar-B-Q'd, all out-of-doors
You built McMansions, overlooking Overlook Hotels
Established systems, turned us all out as your whores
Consider this, you deep-fried Chickens in your Church's
Inflicting stories fit-for-children-only on us all
By Bushes burning midsummer's midnite oil supply
My Revelations' pocket lip-sync won't be forestalled
Processes overheat and system files will corrupt
Requiring re-boot and a clean-slate re-install
Instead, you depose Shahs (I Rocked, I Ran) from here
Competing prophets duke it out for Winner Taketh All.
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©2006, by The Wrong Kinda Profit (sic). USED BY PERMISSION.
(note: stanza 4/line 1, "Church's" is neither an error in transcription nor a grammatical mistake. It refers to a particular fast-food establishment in a double-entendre. IE: Maybe one is able to purchase salvation (or a sense of humor) in such a place, maybe not. I don't know.)
Comparative Relidjum
Yer Jew baby's stuck in Cath'lic Limbo
The Rapture spells doom "for all the rest o' y'all"
But I'm screwin' six dozen virgins up in Allah's Joint
And I say it's alla you, thet's bound for a fall
The Goddess of Compassion used to be a man!
Then some Japs got holda him, cut off both dude's balls
As they say in these parts, "Ain't that about a Bitch!"
And up in Baghdad, they's throwing up new walls
Once't upon a time, Otto-Man invaded Ay-Rabb-i-ya
Before that, Akbar 'n Jeff bested the Hind
Somehow, by Dharma, Sum One sticks around awhile
To raise your consciousness 'til ways begin to mend
{b-duh-bduh-bduh bd'thass all folx}
©2007 by Tigress and The U-Fraidees
on Cradle O Civilization Wreckerds
USED BY PERMISSION
