Nofx - Never Trust A Hippy [ep] (2006) by Nofx (보컬) on maniadb.com

It's 3 o'clock at the Triple Rock, another round of watching Paddy talk
It's where you wanna get snowed in when you get
Snowed in, outside it's 10 below, is it day or night, we don't care or know
What we know is that we don't wanna be
Anywhere but here, please don't make us leave
When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota

I'm seeing double at the Triple Rock, we're still here watching Paddy talk
Then undress, then get out the duct tape
The one question still remains, how much more art can we take?
I'll let you know when the medication wears off

I'm a religious drunk and this is where I pray
The church of alcoholics can't break up the congregation
Give us air to breathe, through carbonation
We are at liquor church, genuflecting on barstools
We're praying that the taps will keep the holy water flowing
Key kicks of communion, then a long night of confessions
Coming home after noon seems to raise a lot of questions
When in Minnesota and you got a drinking quota

Aimless ain't got no where to go
All my thoughts have gone?
Ready?

Mother Mary had a son
Whose days were spent on having fun
And Monday he got a letter: ?you could make yourself feel better?
Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands
Millions of boys lay dead
Mother Mary had a baby but he had his he'd never tasted
He hunted all the others then he hunted all his brothers
Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands
Millions of boys stay dead

Go-Go-Golden Boys
You've got your war toys
Looking straight on
And with your eyes of blue
I will remember you
One for me, one for you

Mother Mary baby, rock and roll
Rock and roll, you know I only want you for your rock and roll Mother Mary
Mother Mary had a man who healed with pleasing hands
Millions of boys stay dead

Go-Go-Golden Boys
You've got your war toys
Looking straight on
And with your eyes of blue
We'll do the old one two
One for me, one for you

1, 2, 3, GO!
Brother mother baby you're flipped out
You're over influenced
One day you will feel it
You'll make yourself feel better
Mother Mary had a man who healed with healing hands
Millions of boys stay dead
Millions of boys stay dead
Millions of boys stay dead

You're wrong about virtues of Christianity
And you're wrong if you agree with Sean Hannity
If you think that pride is about nationality, you're wrong

You're wrong when you imprison people turning tricks
And you're wrong about trickle down economics
If you think that punk rock doesn't mix with politics, you're wrong

You're wrong for hating queers and eating steers
If you kill for the thrill of the hunt
You're wrong 'bout wearing fur and not hating Ann Coulter
Cause she's a cunted cunt

You're wrong if you celebrate Columbus Day
And You're wrong if you think there will be a Judgement Day
If you're a charter member of the NRA, you're wrong

You're wrong if you support capital punishment
And you're wrong if you don't question your government
If you think her reproductive rights are inconsequent, you're wrong

You're wrong fighting Jihad, your blind faith in God
Your religions are all flawed,
You're wrong about drug use, when its not abuse
I hope you never reproduce

You're getting high on the downlow
A victim of Cointelpro
You're wrong and will probably never know

Jesus Christ will ressurect
He's got his BMI royalty to collect
He's not the white
Fragile hippie
He looks and acts more like
an indignant Ice-T

Jesus Christ is coming back
He wants to kick Mel Gibsons ass
Superstar, The Passion of
He wants his money not your love

He's been kickin 2000 years
He's fixed a lot sports
And drank a million beers

Some x-tasy, A thin white line
He says designer drugs
Beat the hell out of wine

Jesus Christ on vacation
Spreading massive religion
"Sex and drugs, we abstain"

He thinks Christians are insane
They don't know love,
they know fear and moral hauteur
Scare tactics I never taught
"If you're gonna look to me,
better get rose coloured shades,
Cuz what you see is what you get"