I have had enough of you! I know I am not alone There are millions suffering And someday you’ll atone. At some point the silence You enjoy so much will end And you and your cohorts Will not have a single friend.
You insist you’re a Christian Then cheat and lie and steal. Point to all the good people And claim their values aren’t real. You gather with other creeps And dress up very expensively Then spend your stolen loot On lavish living extensively.
Some of you may have made A study of which things to quote Of your badly interpreted religion And memorize them by rote So you can spew them back And claim you are a greatly pious Man or woman of God’s grace. That’s how you buy some of us.
You pump us full of falsehoods Blame everyone but yourselves And demand we go right on Working as your mindless elves. Meanwhile you take apart the good That we have tried to do before. You lie and claim you are helping us And too many of us don’t keep score.
That will not go on forever because Not all of us are raging fools. We will turn on you and beat you With all the appropriate tools. We will cast you out to the coventry You forced us into all these years. You'll rage at us with no result. You will understand living in fear.
There won’t be anybody waiting When the evil get to heaven, Not even good old Saint Pete. Just a long slippery slide Each of them must ride With no way to land on their feet.
It's sad we have to wait For the sweet bye and bye For the evil to get just desserts. We console ourselves that When their number comes up We can't help hoping it hurts.
They might get to heaven But they'll never get inside That's one place where lies won't suffice. If they look good on the surface But their insides don't match They're going to the realm of fire and ice.
They're sure to be welcome there The devil will have use for them When the righteous world will not. They'll probably forget the words Of that time honored phrase: "If a fish keeps its mouth shut it won't get caught."
It's sad we have to wait For the sweet bye and bye For the evil to get just desserts. We must console ourselves When their number comes up We can't help hoping it hurts.
You’re a smack down Kick-around, clueless clown That tells unfunny jokes And runs with the blokes That put up with your antics And your busted semantics Because they think someday Things might swing your way And they can profit by association With a human abomination That enjoys investing atrocities With scarifying velocity On the halt and the lame; Running opportunistic games On those who cannot defend; World without end, amen.
But heaven forfend That you might have a friend Who seems a holy prophet But does not seek for profit And acolytes to their cause; A bogus Santa Claus Who leeches from the people In his church without a steeple, Just microwave towers Sprouting like ugly flowers To spread out the message So we can read every passage That boil down to a sermon To send money to this vermin Your bund proclaims a messiah When he is really a pariah Nobody has yet recognized He’s so well disguised.
But, be aware, polecat Some know what your at And what you are doing I nothing more than accruing That which you can bank. You have nobody to thank For the outcome you inherit From the outcome you assume When your calumnies bloom Into the realities that appear When the truth draws near And tars and feathers you And when your victims do What they should have done along Was reject your ways gone wrong And found a rail lying around To ride your **** out of town.