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I've gone through so much other stuff
That walking down the aisle was tough But now I know it's not enough - I Want To Be A Clone I asked the Lord into my heart They said that that's the way to start But now you've got to play the part I Want To Be A Clone Be a clone and kiss conviction goodnight Cloneliness is next to godliness - RIGHT! I'm grateful that they showed the way 'Cause I could never know the way To serve him on my own - I Want To Be A Clone They told me that I'd fall away Unless I followed what they say Who needs the Bible anyway? I Want To Be A Clone Their language, it was new to me But "Christianese" got through to me Now I can speak it fluently I Want To Be A Clone Be a clone... "Send in the clones..." (Uh, I kinda wanted to tell some of my friends and people about it You know?) WHAT???? You're still a babe, you have to grow Give it twenty years or so 'Cause if you want to be one of his Gotta act like one of US! Be a clone... So now I see the whole design: My church is an assembly line The parts are there, I'm feeling fine I Want To Be A Clone I've learned enough to stay afloat But not so much I rock the boat I'm glad they shoved it down my throat - I Want To Be A Clone! (Everybody must get cloned |
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Sally's into knowledge
Spent her years in college Just to find out nothing is true She can hardly speak now Words are not unique now 'Cause they can't say anything new You say humanist philosophy is what it's all about You're so open-minded that your brain leaked out Whatcha gonna do when your number's up Time to lay diplomas down Whatcha gonna do when your number's up And you're buried six feet underground? Spent your life looking out for number one Pridle'll come before a fall Whatcha gonna do when your number's up? Were you thinking that was the end of it all? Harry's a civilian Wants to make a million So he keeps on plugging away Money is eternal Like the Wall Street Journal Yes, they're gonna make him happy someday Grabbin' for the gusto Gonna hit paydirt or bust Where's it gonna get you When you bite the dust? Whatcha gonna do when your number's up Time to lay your money down Whatcha gonna do when your number's up And you're buried six feet underground? Spent your life looking out for number one Pridle'll come before a fall Whatcha gonna do when your number's up? Were you thinking that was the end of it all? Buried in your psyche is the shadow of a doubt You're so open-minded that your brains leaked out |
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A Christian counselor wrote, quote,
"It's the only human choice ahead If you can't support it Why don't you abort it instead?" You say you pray to the sky Why? when you're afraid to take a stand down here 'Cause while the holy talk reads like a bad ad-lib Silence screams you were robbing the crib Say it ain't none of my business, huh? A woman's got a right to choose Now a grave-digger Next you pull the trigger What then? Whatever happened to sin? I heard the Reverend say "Gay is probably normal in the Good Lord's sight What's to be debated? Jesus never stated what's right" I'm no theology nut, but The Reverend may be a little confused For if the Lord don't care And he chooses to ignore-ah Tell it to the people Of Sodom and Gomorrah (woah) Call it just an alternate lifestyle, huh? Morality lies within Consciences are restin' Please repeat the question again Whatever happened to sin? When the closets are empty And the clinics are full When your eyes have been blinded By society's wool When the streets erupt In your own backyard You'll be on your knees Praying for the national guard If you don't care now How the problems get solved You can shake your head later That you never got involved 'Cause the call came ringing From the throne of gold But you never got the message (got the message) 'Cause your mind's on hold A politician next door Swore he'd set the Washington Arena on fire Thinks he'll gladiate them But they're gonna make him a liar Well he's a good ole boy Who was born and raised In the buckle o' the Bible Belt But remember when you step Into your voting booth He'll never lie He'll just embellish the truth Promises were made to be broken, right? You've gotta play the game to win When you need supporting Tell 'em that you're born again Whatever happened to sin? |
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There's a sweaty hand handling his cocktail napkin
"Come on up and see me" is scribbled with a gold pen "But you'd better ring twice" Seven months after his little indiscretion He sits with his wife at a therapy session For a little advice "If the healing happens as the time goes by Tell me why I still can't look her in the eye" "God I'm only human, got no other reason..." Sin for a season There's a shaky hand shaking with the hand of her hostess Drank a little much, but she'll drive herself home if She can make it to her car She never saw the sign or the boy with his daddy Driving home late from their very first ballgame And they don't get far Now the years run together as her guilt goes wild She still sees the body of an only child "God I'm only human, got no other reason..." Sin for a season Wealthy lips say "keep us from the Evil One" While praying hands prey with deliberate cunning On the carcass of the cold Gonna get the Good Lord to forgive a little sin Get the slate cleaned so he can dirty it again And no one else will ever know But he reaps his harvest as his heart grows hard No man's gonna make a mockery of God "I'm only human, got no other reason..." Sin for a season |
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So you need a new car?
Let your fingers take a walk Through the business guide for the "born again" flock You'll be keeping all your money In the kingdom now And you'll only drink milk from a Christian cow Don't you go casting your bread To keep the heathen well-fed Line Christian pockets instead Avoid temptation Guilty by association Turn the radio on To a down-home drawl Hear a brylcream prophet with a message for y'all "I have found a new utensil In the devil's toolbox And the heads are gonna roll if Jesus rocks It's a worldly design! God's music should be divine! Try buying records like mine Avoid temptation" Guilty by association So you say it's of the devil and we've got no choice Because you heard a revelation from the "still small voice?" If the Bible doesn't back it then it seems quite clear Perhaps it was the devil who whispered in your ear It's a Telethon Tuesday for The Gospel Club "Send your money in now or they're gonna pull the plug!" Just remember this fact when they plead and beg When The Chicken Squawks Loudest Gonna Lay A Big Egg You could be smelling a crook You should be checking The Book But you'd rather listen than look The implication Guilty by association |
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When the house fell asleep there was always a light
and it fell from the page to the eyes of an American boy in a storybook land I could dream what I read when it went to my head I'd see I wanna be a hero I wanna be a hero But the practical side said the question was still when you grow up what will you be? I wanna be a hero I wanna be a hero chorus: Hero it's a nice-boy notion that the real world's gonna destroy you know it's a Marvel comicbook Saturday matinee fairytale, boy Growing older you'll find that illusions are brought and the idol you thought you'd be was just another zero I wanna be a hero Heroes died when the squealers bought 'em off died when the dealers got 'em off welcome to the "in it for the money as an idol" show when they ain't as big as life when they ditch their second wife where's the boy to go? gotta be a hero (chorus) When the house fell asleep from a book I was led to a light that I never knew I wanna be your hero I wanna be your hero and he spoke to my heart from the moment I prayed here's a pattern I made for you I wanna be your hero I wanna be your hero |
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Unfolding today
A miracle play This Indiana morn The father--he sighs She opens her eyes Their baby boy is born "We don't understand He's not like we planned" The doctor shakes his head "Abnormal" they cry And so they decide This child is better dead I bear the blame Believers are few And what am I to do? I share the shame The cradle's below And where is Baby Doe? A hearing is sought The lawyers are bought The court won't let him eat The papers applaud When judges play God This child is getting weak They're drawing a bead Reciting their creed "Respect A Woman's Choice" I've heard that before How can you ignore This baby has a voice I bear the blame Believers are few And what am I to do? I share the shame The cradle's below And where is Baby Doe? Where will it end Oh No No It's over and done The presses have run Some call the parents brave Behind your disguise your rhetoric lies You watched a baby starve I bear the blame The cradle's below And where is Baby? |
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I saw a man
he was holding the hand that had fired a gun at his heart oh, will we live to forgive? I saw the eyes and the look of surprise as he left an indelible mark oh, will we live? to forgive? Come...find release go...make your peace Follow his lead let the madness recede when we shatter the cycle of pain oh, we will live to forgive Come...find release go...make your peace I saw a man with a hole in His hand who could offer the miracle cure oh, He said live I forgive (repeat) Oh, He said live to forgive oh, He said live to forgive |
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On a desert road that steamed the sky
With the windows up and the air on high I was off the stage, I was on the mend With a solo drive to a holiday weekend My thirsty car came to a stop at the Reptile Gardens Curio Shop When a wind came hissing through the vents, And I felt my sneakers growing tense My forehead broke in a cold, cold sweat In the rearview mirror was a silhouette Then I heard the doorlocks take a dive And a whisper screamed "Don't turn around, just drive" Scratch! Dressed in red--pointy tail and horn-rimmed head And a widow's peak like Eddie Munster I sat frozen in my seat--"We haven't had the chance to meet... Are you a singing telegram or something?" He just flashed a hellish smile--"Let's go driving for a while" He held something in his hand I'd never seen before It was my Chevrolet's pink slip Scratch! Evil eye "Step on it, boy, if you want to stay alive" he said "Don't look surprised, you know what I want I've lived for years inside your trunk, so drive" he said "Let's get talking business, son--you ain't fooling anyone I know just what you want to be--now it's time to work for me, so drive" If this is a nasty dream I'd prefer to wake up here I believe the point is clear... Scratch! Out of my car! He said "Ha! I've come too far... Besides, I kinda like the velour seatcovers" God, help me! What do I do? "Shut up boy, it's too late for you...now drive! All you phonies get it wrong--double lives take half us long Should have kept your windows clean--now I'm part of this machine You've got a good 80,000 miles left Before the recall..." If this is a nasty dream I believe the point's quite clear I'd prefer to wake up here I started humming Amazing Grace He said "Come on, boy, give me a break" So I hit the brakes with both my feet And sent two horns through the bucket seat Then the locks shut up as the grace came down I said "Here's the keys--I'll be walking back to town..." |
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Life's too short for small talk
so don't be talking trivia now excess baggage fills this plane there's more than we should ever allow there's engines stalling and good men falling but I ain't crawling away chorus: I just wanna know-- am I pulling people closer? I just wanna be pulling them to You I just wanna stay angry at the evil I just wanna be hungry for the true Folks play follow the leader but who's the leader gonna obey? will his head get big when the toes get tapping? I just wanna know are they catching what I say? I'm a little too young to introspect and I surely haven't paid all my dues but there's bear trap lying in those woods most of 'em already been used (chorus) Search me, Father, and know my heart try me and know my mind and if there be any wicked way in me pull me to the rock that is higher than I (chorus) |
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He wished to right the wrongs
he sang religious songs he kept the private he under a lock and key heat keeps rising in an age of passion shakes a conscience to the core stopgap, hand-slap, take a tongue-lashing my poor soul can't take any more chorus: On the fritz on the fritz there he sits on the fritz He kept his ego there it was a sad affair...on the fritz the inner circle knows and so the story goes...on the fritz airborne rumors chip away the image but you knew the stakes were high first they get you thinking you're a prophet now they've got you living a lie (chorus) So the crowds grew, and their praise did too and a mailing list sent you money so they love Jerry Lewis in France does that make him funny? it's too late for apologies when trust has been betrayed now victims of your double life are naming names He kept his ego there it was a sad affair...on the fritz the public's had enough they've come to call your bluff...on the fritz small talk breeds where kingdoms come crashing rumor conquers where it wills no one hears you, go ahead and cash in if you don't die to yourself pride kills (chorus) |
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Teacher: Good morning, class!
Class: Good morning, Mrs. Aryan. Teacher: Today we're going to play a game! Class: Yeah! Teacher: This game is called Lifeboat. All together... Class: Lifeboat! Teacher: Good! Lifeboat is a lesson in values clarification. Can you say values clarification? Class: No. Teacher: Values clarification is where your little minds decide which lives are worth living and which lives are worth...ahem...not living. Now here's how we play. A big ship just sank. There are five people on the lifeboat. But the lifeboat is only made for two. I'll list the five people on the chalkboard, and you, class, will decide which three will be thrown overboard. Are we ready? Class: Yes, Mrs. Aryan. Teacher: Good! First, there's an old, old crippled grandfather. Second, there's a mentally handicapped person in a wheelchair. Alison: What's mentally handicapped? Teacher: It means they can never be a productive members of society. Third, there's an overweight woman on welfare, with a sniffling, whimpering baby. Max: Is the baby on welfare, too? Teacher: Let's not push Mrs. Aryan... Sydney: Who else is in the boat? Teacher: A young, white doctor with blue eyes and perfect teeth, and Joan Collins. Now, class, take five minutes to make your decision. ... Times up! Well class? Class: (singing) Throw over grandpa 'cause he's getting pretty old Throw out the baby or we'll all be catching it's cold Throw over fatty and we'll see if she can float Throw out the retard, and they won't be rockin' the boat Teacher: Very good! That was fun, wasn't it? Class: Yes, Mrs. Aryan. Teacher: For our next lesson, we're going to do an experiment! Class: Yeah! Teacher: We're going to test the law of gravity, just like Galileo, by dropping two objects out the window--one heavy and one light--to see which one hits the sidewalk first. Now what shall we use for the lighter object? I'm thinking of something small and square... Class: An eraser? Teacher: Good! And what shall we use for the heavy object? I'm thinking of something round and bouncy... Tommy, I haven't given you permission to leave your seat...class, the bell has not rung. What are you... oohh! Class...put me down! Put me down this instant! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Class: (singing) Throw over teacher and we'll see if she can bounce We've learned our lesson--teacher says perfection's what counts She's getting old and gray and wears an ugly coat Throw over teacher and we'll play another game of lifeboat |
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Down in Carolina way lived a man name o' Big B.J.
B.J. went and got a school founded on caucasian rule Bumper sticker on his Ford says 'Honkies If You Love The Lord" [Chorus] We don't need no colour code Take your rules and hit the road Judgement Day is goin' down Better burn your cap and gown White man speak with forked tongue White supremists eat their young Bigotry is on the loose Ignorance is no excuse I know Jesus loves that man Even with a Greenville tan [Chorus] Marching to Pretoria Colour codes in churches huh? Following a fascist creed Whose translation do you read? True believers won't be snowed We don't need no colour code [Chorus] |
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There was a time in Christendom
the road to God was hard to tread 'til charlatans in leisure suits saw dollars dancing in their heads chorus: You don't owe me nothing you don't owe me nothing you don't owe me nothing you don't owe me nothing I heard her say she struck a deal her faith will bring in money bags I'm heading for the mercy seat my goodness looks like dirty rags (chorus) Need I even say you don't owe me nothing why did you give it anyway? I know you'll give me what I need they say I need a shopping mall I claim the victory over greed Lord Jesus, I surrender all (chorus) |
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"Sell a mirage," says The Voice of The Cunning
Button-down yes-men market it well "Sell a mirage and the hordes come running." Cheap grace rains like pennies from hell In the cool flame flickers some psychopath stickman Weeping to the cameras Begging for trust But the seeds lie here In a proud heart needing your covering under... Under the blood Under the blood A cover under the blood Under the blood Under the blood There's a refuge under the blood Shutter the room There's a Light penetrating Stickmen tremble and cover their eyes Shutter this room There's a judgement waiting Cheap grace rains down quite a surprise In the stained glass ghetto There's a hired hand setting up a table In remembrance of no one at all And if I'm that man Could your mercy bring me back Into communion? Under the blood Under the blood Communion under the blood Under the blood Under the blood Can you reach me? Under the blood There's a light in the hollow Under the blood Where you lead I will follow And the blitzkrieg drones And the bleeding earth groans And your Comforter heals me, whispering hope You're alive In the soul of a sinner Cover me under... Under the blood |
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She was the one who caught the bouquet
The best of her best friends' wedding day She was the one who caught the bouquet A token that God must want it that way And on her quest for Mr. Right She said "I do" where the lonely give in They were married on the way, and oh Nothing's sadder than the words, "It might have been" He was the one, but promises dull when Jesus becomes expendable Expecting to find what never was there But doesn't it still beat solitaire? She heard that time turns desire to love and that the Lord had it all in control So marry two half-people, and oh Shouldn't one make the other whole? Swallowing hard 'cos you knew better before Desperate for someone to blame And does it matter that he's gone again? Nothing's sadder than the words "It might have been" She was the one the bouquet deceived Believer who never could believe Now she's the one who's lonely again She's wondering how it might have been |
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