Paroles Hearsay de Salvation Army Soldiers

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[Intro]
All I want is my Faith
All I want is to be loved
All I want is to be believe
In some God up above
[x2]

This is the body, this is the blood I found
It's called evolution and its deep in the ground
And yes, you can pass it around
It's in museums in almost every town
Yet every person sleeps in a bed below a crucifix
And it's carried by the soldiers who sign up to enlist
Yet, I'm inebriated at the thoughts that the son of god was a common criminal
Dying up on the cross seems kind of subliminal
Brainwashing the youth to believe it's a miracle
But shit, it ain't a miracle;
It's a miracle that we have been able to live this way
Letting every day just slip away, As we misbehave
Unfortunately to Jesus' dismay
We just keep on digging our own grave
Where our epitaph is only nine numbers
Yet, people don't give a fuck; they are going into eternal slumber
And they never began to wonder how long there life was
What they accomplished or how they helped because
Some fat motherfucker says this is all that matters
Either he is right, or just a dumbass…I'm thinking it's the latter
Like how the pigs hide behind their badge and their gun
This man hides behind a book about the son of god who has started a reign of love
Yet hatred and bigotry has nearly doubled
And it is in the holy place which has brewed all the trouble
But there is one piece that will fit the puzzle
Money; it completes the puzzle
They seem to be the perfect couple
Kind of like fruity pebbles and Barney Rubble

[chorus]
I'm a slanderous meandering Iambic pentameter pandering Neanderthal man, citing scripture,
Inciting insightful righteousness nightly with light whispers,
Urgently purging the wordy angelic verses,
Immersed in a world that's worthless when false hope is superflous.

JD verse
Your right dylan america isnt a fucking theocracy its just another part of me and in the light i see
that all these mother fuckers who belive
in this religion bull shit no one gives a fuck
about these butt fucking priest and no one
wants to wait for the gates to open up
we want to keep blowing up bombs all over Bagdad
killing mother fuckers for the pleasures of bush
but bush isnt a philsopher hes just caught up in
power like the man we know by JESUS
Jesus cant please us we need to go by
that legit shit and legit shit what we need
we dont need priest riding our ass telling us
to read the god forrsaken bible that bibles
not reliable its got fake shit written through out
the mother fucker and thats just another corruption of
the mind that we dont need at this point
ive always wondered why do they call priest ones with
god when we all know that there not ones
with god there ones on top of god
giving him that blowjob that hes always desired
then i aquier the need to say fuck this shit
and say that iam an athesist thats some sht that we all need even though were running digging on creed and disbelif and the one thing we need right now is athesism
bullshit about u creating us everyone nows its true that we were all figment little specs of matter untill that one day man was created dont get all bitchy and tispy for this great diss track of when we say fuck u lord and all that shit about ur fake ass
just go suck a fat mother fuckin priest off heres one thing dont cough or u will get ur dick chopped the fuck off



[chorus]
I'm a slanderous meandering Iambic pentameter pandering Neanderthal man, citing scripture,
Inciting insightful righteousness nightly with light whispers,
Urgently purging the wordy angelic verses,
Immersed in a world that's worthless when false hope is superflous.

And they pass along the golden collection plate to collect our fee
As the fatass screams Pay and you shall live in eternity!
But all I got is chill tunes, smooth rhymes and a hip-hop beat
It gives me the money to keep me livin off the streets
And it aint going to you just to suck on your teat
Because corporations pump in millions from people who have admitted defeat
And say they will never be part of history
As they sit in a cubical and wallow in self-misery
I lament your pains & tribulations
But all you need is some self-determination
Which the church is not providing you with your donation
They are just presenting a man not up for cross-examination
Even though we question everything that is old and ancient
Apparently we can't with him; we just have to be patient
For his next arrival, but until then, its just plain survival
With a work hard effort and our own stigmata free flowing
From our broken hands of pain not knowing
What ideal ideology we should present
At heaven's gate, I guess it is time for all of us to lament
That we are all going down that painful descent

[chorus]
I'm a slanderous meandering Iambic pentameter pandering Neanderthal man, citing scripture,
Inciting insightful righteousness nightly with light whispers,
Urgently purging the wordy angelic verses,
Immersed in a world that's worthless when false hope is superfluous.

(Dylan Niles enters)
I've heard,
The purest of words from so many of God's followers,
From ministers teachers and preachers
Typical hypocritical shit swallowers,
And I just grin, chuckle to myself and laugh it off,
Because our beloved priest is celibate,
But in his free time he's jacking off,
Reading child porn as he's sitting on the shitter,
With a stash so big you'd mistake him for Gary Glitter,
And when he tells you to touch his dick,
Don't be afraid son,
It's just a shortcut to salvation.
I thank you God, everyday,
That America's not a theocracy,
I seek you only when I need to justify my hypocrisy,
You never been spotted, so its odd to me,
When they praise you and blame you,
So unconsciously.
Ignore thinking logically and biologically,
The Holy Trinity gave you all life,
So don't bitch when religious devotion
Causes violence and strife,
I'm on my knees day and night,
Hoping there's no damn after life.
Apparently, nothing's our fault,
It all the work of the divine,
So we walk the fine line,
Of worship and denial,
Please, take no responsibility
For your own survival,
It's vital
That you look to the heavens at the drop of a hat,
It's not your problem,
There's a god for that.
Yeah, there's a god for that.
See you all in Hell.

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