I met a woman on a city bus named Maude.
I stuck my gum under the seat in a ***
She called me a sod,
I gave her a nod
and said, "it's 'cause I don't believe in God."
At the time, I know I was smilin'
in an effort to appear so beguilin'.
My beliefs, I'd been filin'.
Subjected God to no trialin'.
Others shoes, I never thought to walk a mile in.
Dear Father, who art in Heaven,
Is my faith but in Armageddon?
If I see no leaven,
I'll gather my brethren,
and return to the Seven Eleven.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
I met a woman on a city bus named Maude.
I stuck my gum under the seat in a ***
She called me a sod,
I gave her a nod
and said, "it's 'cause I don't believe in God."
At the time, I know I was smilin'
in an effort to appear so beguilin'.
My beliefs, I'd been filin'.
Subjected God to no trialin'.
Others shoes, I never thought to walk a mile in.
Dear Father, who art in Heaven,
Is my faith but in Armageddon?
If I see no leaven,
I'll gather my brethren,
and return to the Seven Eleven.
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