Hearsay Lyrics

[Intro]

All I want is my Faith

All I want is to be loved

All I want is to be believe

In some God up above

[x2]



This is the body, this is the blood I found

It's called evolution and its deep in the ground

And yes, you can pass it around

It's in museums in almost every town

Yet every person sleeps in a bed below a crucifix

And it's carried by the soldiers who sign up to enlist

Yet, I'm inebriated at the thoughts that the son of god was a common criminal

Dying up on the cross seems kind of subliminal

Brainwashing the youth to believe it's a miracle

But shit, it ain't a miracle;

It's a miracle that we have been able to live this way

Letting every day just slip away, As we misbehave

Unfortunately to Jesus' dismay

We just keep on digging our own grave

Where our epitaph is only nine numbers

Yet, people don't give a fuck; they are going into eternal slumber

And they never began to wonder how long there life was

What they accomplished or how they helped because

Some fat motherfucker says this is all that matters

Either he is right, or just a dumbass...I'm thinking it's the latter

Like how the pigs hide behind their badge and their gun

This man hides behind a book about the son of god who has started a reign of love

Yet hatred and bigotry has nearly doubled

And it is in the holy place which has brewed all the trouble

But there is one piece that will fit the puzzle

Money; it completes the puzzle

They seem to be the perfect couple

Kind of like fruity pebbles and Barney Rubble



[chorus]

I'm a slanderous meandering Iambic pentameter pandering Neanderthal man, citing scripture,

Inciting insightful righteousness nightly with light whispers,

Urgently purging the wordy angelic verses,

Immersed in a world that's worthless when false hope is superflous.



JD verse

Your right dylan america isnt a fucking theocracy its just another part of me and in the light i see

that all these mother fuckers who belive

in this religion bull shit no one gives a fuck

about these butt fucking priest and no one

wants to wait for the gates to open up

we want to keep blowing up bombs all over Bagdad

killing mother fuckers for the pleasures of bush

but bush isnt a philsopher hes just caught up in

power like the man we know by JESUS

Jesus cant please us we need to go by

that legit shit and legit shit what we need

we dont need priest riding our ass telling us

to read the god forrsaken bible that bibles

not reliable its got fake shit written through out

the mother fucker and thats just another corruption of

the mind that we dont need at this point

ive always wondered why do they call priest ones with

god when we all know that there not ones

with god there ones on top of god

giving him that blowjob that hes always desired

then i aquier the need to say fuck this shit

and say that iam an athesist thats some sht that we all need even though were running digging on creed and disbelif and the one thing we need right now is athesism

bullshit about u creating us everyone nows its true that we were all figment little specs of matter untill that one day man was created dont get all bitchy and tispy for this great diss track of when we say fuck u lord and all that shit about ur fake ass

just go suck a fat mother fuckin priest off heres one thing dont cough or u will get ur dick chopped the fuck off







[chorus]

I'm a slanderous meandering Iambic pentameter pandering Neanderthal man, citing scripture,

Inciting insightful righteousness nightly with light whispers,

Urgently purging the wordy angelic verses,

Immersed in a world that's worthless when false hope is superflous.



And they pass along the golden collection plate to collect our fee

As the fatass screams ?Pay and you shall live in eternity!?

But all I got is chill tunes, smooth rhymes and a hip-hop beat

It gives me the money to keep me livin off the streets

And it aint going to you just to suck on your teat

Because corporations pump in millions from people who have admitted defeat

And say they will never be part of history

As they sit in a cubical and wallow in self-misery

I lament your pains & tribulations

But all you need is some self-determination

Which the church is not providing you with your donation

They are just presenting a man not up for cross-examination

Even though we question everything that is old and ancient

Apparently we can't with him; we just have to be patient

For his next arrival, but until then, its just plain survival

With a work hard effort and our own stigmata free flowing

From our broken hands of pain not knowing

What ideal ideology we should present

At heaven's gate, I guess it is time for all of us to lament

That we are all going down that painful descent



[chorus]

I'm a slanderous meandering Iambic pentameter pandering Neanderthal man, citing scripture,

Inciting insightful righteousness nightly with light whispers,

Urgently purging the wordy angelic verses,

Immersed in a world that's worthless when false hope is superfluous.



(Dylan Niles enters)

I've heard,

The purest of words from so many of God's followers,

From ministers teachers and preachers

Typical hypocritical shit swallowers,

And I just grin, chuckle to myself and laugh it off,

Because our beloved priest is celibate,

But in his free time he's jacking off,

Reading child porn as he's sitting on the shitter,

With a stash so big you'd mistake him for Gary Glitter,

And when he tells you to touch his dick,

Don't be afraid son,

It's just a shortcut to salvation.

I thank you God, everyday,

That America's not a theocracy,

I seek you only when I need to justify my hypocrisy,

You never been spotted, so its odd to me,

When they praise you and blame you,

So unconsciously.

Ignore thinking logically and biologically,

The Holy Trinity gave you all life,

So don't bitch when religious devotion

Causes violence and strife,

I'm on my knees day and night,

Hoping there's no damn after life.

Apparently, nothing's our fault,

It all the work of the divine,

So we walk the fine line,

Of worship and denial,

Please, take no responsibility

For your own survival,

It's vital

That you look to the heavens at the drop of a hat,

It's not your problem,

There's a god for that.

Yeah, there's a god for that.

See you all in Hell.