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, hope you got the letter, and...
I pray you can make it better down here. I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer but all the people that you made in your image, see them starving on their feet 'cause they don't get enough to eat from God, I can't believe in you Dear God, sorry to disturb you, but... I feel that I should be heard loud and clear. We all need a big reduction in amount of tears and all the people that you made in your image, see them fighting in the street 'cause they can't make opinions meet about God, I can't believe in you Did you make disease, and the diamond blue? Did you make mankind after we made you? And the devil too! , don't know if you noticed, but... your name is on a lot of quotes in this book, and us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look, and all the people that you made in your image still believing that junk is true. Well I know it ain't, and so do you, dear God, I can't believe in I don't believe in I won't believe in heaven and hell. No saints, no sinners, no devil as well. No pearly gates, no thorny crown. You're always letting us humans down. The wars you bring, the babes you drown. Those lost at sea and never found, and it's the same the whole world 'round. The hurt I see helps to compound that Father, Son and Holy Ghost is just somebody's unholy hoax, and if you're up there you'd perceive that my heart's here upon my sleeve. If there's one thing I don't believe in it's you.... |
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| 3:34 |
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Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill Of your radio Into the mouths of babes And across the backs of its willing slaves Funk pop a roll consumes you whole Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco Everything you eat is waste But swallowing is easy when it has no taste They can fix you rabbits up With your musical feed They can fix you rabbits up Big money selling you stuff that you do not need Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals Music by the yard for the children they keep Like poseable dolls The young to them are mistakes Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake Funk pop a roll the only goal The music business is a hammer to keep You pegs in your holes But please don't listen to me I've already been poisoned by this industry! Funk pop a roll beats up my soul |
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