Open your prayer book, ******,
Wide eyes and willing to pay the price
For just about every *******' vice,
Go read your Mishkats and Malachis,
Dharmasastras, Judes and go find your alibis,
Go fill your appetites,
*** man, poor man, string up your sacrifice,
Bow right down to the idols,
Sippin' the highballs,
Drunk to the eyeballs on libelous claims of the Bible(s),
Cut down your rivals like Saint Michael
(bang bang bang)
A song of ***'s rifles...
Be a disciple and sing the recitals
And chalk it all up to survival
(or **** good luck)
So what does your book say, ******?
Stuck in the past,
Like a plaster-cast,
you ain't passed,
I ain't saintly
You won't save me,
I'll betray thee like the Judas I may be
And just lately I got crazy-
Maybe fight, ignite and die bravely?!
Tear up your goodbook, ******,
Took a long time to opine,
To open the broken mind,
Denied, the blind now see the avant-garde of Mankind.