i was raised in a life of sin
and jesus is my brother
he's coming soon
better make some room
so says some poet mother
you don't have to be blind
to lose your mind
and believe every word he say
cos dontcha know it
he's a brainwashed poet
waitin on the judgement day
He preach to you
and he preach to me
tell you there's no other way
cos hes the righteous one
talking out his bum
get on down and pray
he's better than you an me
plain as the eye can see
poet disciple
spouts the bible
sittin on the lavatree
do ya think that you've been blessed
get it off ya chest
you're like a fossil
from in the gospel
brother give it a rest
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Comments3
Not what I expected when I started reading, but I love the flow and the message here.
I nowadays see Jesus as the first Hippie in the world. The idea of organised religion is a farce just trying to brainwash people into thinking that it is the way life is. BALDERDASH!
Andy
One angle on this - some churches are fossils - not going to change; not wanting to change. It can't be helped sometimes - not many people there; they do what they can, but can't do that much; etc.
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