well, if you are not struck down by lightning for writing a song like this, you never will be...
disclamer 1: not for easily offended xians.
disclamer 2: i am an amature. i like being an amature. i don't kid myself that i am going anywhere with this stuff.
disclamer 3: i wrote this song when i was high a couple of months ago. now i'm high again, and well, i thought i would post it, now that my inhibitions are nice and low, hehe. might i suggest listening to it while high? ha ha!
disclamer 4: (lights a cigarette)
disclamer 5: okay, onto the song now:
road trip to hell
the night i lost my faith, i remember as cruelly odd,
to hear the silent voices of my long lost ape gods,
i said there is no heaven, paradise is just a lie,
as you strained your neck out at the dark and silent sky.
i tell you what,
you be ooljee
and i'll be wyome
(all the way) to hell, to hell to hell, on a road trip to hell.
there's god and satan, hanging at the topless bar.
debating evolution and laughing at the passing cars,
we go on a road trip down to the swamp of hope,
satan laughing on the handle bars, and god dragging on a rope.
you take satan,
and i'll take jehovah
eve just wanted a little fucking free knowledge,
dancing naked with the snake in the tall tall foliage,
adam was off chatting with the wind and some animals,
leaving a babe like eve alone, adam man, that's damnable
you take adam,
and i'll take eve,
job was just sitting there, scratching at his open sores
while his wife was off being the devil's new little whore
and the fool just sat there, swatting at the sand flies,
damnit job, take you wife's advice, curse your god and die.
you can have job,
and i'll take his wife
that tease bathsheeba, bathing on her open roof,
i picture david with a telescope, acting like a real goof,
he sends her man off to die at the front lines,
it's a noble plan in honor, semen, and a little cheap wine.
alright, you take david,
and i'll take bathsheeba,
funny xian saying: "incubus, it's evil and it's bad."
but what was it then that God and Mary had?
while joseph is at the casino, on a business trip,
god was sitting back, watching mary do her little dance and strip
you take joseph,
and i'll take mary,
then there's jesus and that luscious mary magdalene,
only a martyr would forgive such lovely lovely sin,
so she hugged and kissed his bloody wooden cross,
the other one was limp and overgrown with some old moss,
you can have jesus,
if i can have mary magdalene,
so here's to all the pirates and drunken sailor men,
and all the hookers dancing girls, and whores up long past ten,
in all of the dirty port cities, in all of the seedy world
dancing in an orgy on the white carpet god had unfurled.
we'll stop in lisbon,
and we'll do rio
and then we'll head on down to hell.........................................................