HERESIES

Jimi Hendrix died for all our sins
As did one ‘Marilyn Monroe’
There are many here among us
Who know from hard roads to a ‘ho

Your Jesus, in Her Bodhisattva Aspect
(Mos’ def'nitely the hippest of the Jews)
Turned the tables on them pawnshops in the temple
Ended up with nothing-left-to-lose

Those Honest Injun Joes, baptized-by-firewater
Hunted, gathered, Bar-B-Q’d, all out-of-doors
You built McMansions, overlooking Overlook Hotels
Established systems, turned us all out as your whores

Consider this, you deep-fried Chickens in your Church’s
Inflicting stories fit-for-children-only on us all
By Bushes burning midsummer’s midnite oil supply
And Poppy's revelations pocket lip-sync won't long be recalled

[instrumental interlude]

Processes overheat and your system files corrupt
You need a re-boot, and a clean-slate reinstall
Instead, you depose Shahs (I Rocked, I Ran) from here
Competing prophets duke it out for Winner Taketh All

©2007 Tigress and the U-Fraidees