Religion
Sunday morning and up out of bed
Time to inscribe more beliefs in your head 
Listen to preacher for he says no wrongs
But ignore all the pictures of boys dressed up in thongs.
The blood and the body will nourish your soul
And his words and a book will make you whole. 
We look onto Jesus for what to do next 
He guides you, he's in you, it's not that complex.
This man in white robes with his long flowing beard and hair 
If Woodstock ran back then I'm sure he'd be there,
Sitting in circles and telling fun stories 
Some end up happy, but most end up gory.
He taught us to love
To respect one another
To not judge people by their
Age 
Gender
Or color
That we are all perfect in our own special way
Well except if your black, Muslim or gay
This Jesus guy I like what he's sayin 
But he won't shut up about some debt that he's paying.
As the years went on it seems that we forgot hippie healer mans lesson, started taking advantage of every gift and gracious blessin.
Though with the protagonist we try to connect
It seems the antagonist is the one we respect.
So we go every Sunday to have the slaps on our wrists and our bums
Hopefully the sermon is quick cause the game is at 1
We are teaching hate to those unlike us who sat in different pews or pillows or rugs. 
And on your sympathy heart strings this situation should tug. 
For how unfortunate that they were raised wrong, never got pictures In that cute lacy thong.
Shouldn't we teach not to hate but to love,
Because their a person, not some tool from above.
Just because all we believe is now set in stone. 
So if the service is long don't you dare bitch and moan.