El Beezaire - Justice Guitarist vs The Church

Justice filled the hat with jam and said don't you know who I am?
I'm a man above all else, who pays taxes unlike yerselves
I'm in a face melting cult and by myself I rock the boat
Some patrons use you as a guise, tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye
They don't follow what Jesus said, the crown of thorns on his head
And the nail scars in his hands weren't just sacrifices for man

Better get it straight
Can't afford to wait
Best be yer brother's keeper before it's too late
A life full of hate
And stealing food off plates
The greed you wear on yer sleeve won't get you through the gates
If you hesitate
It's a checkmate
Those years of communion don't qualify yer fate
It's good to masturbate
On thin ice you skate
The walls of separation are crumbling between Church & State

Justice played a minor scale which made all the virgins wail
They were shaking at their knees, wahwahed with epiphany
All of their ten toes curled, no longer daddy's little girls
They quivered everywhere and let down their pretty hair
Justice drank the holy water then French kissed the farmer's daughter
The old men had heart attacks, but sorry Jack, facts are facts

Better get it straight
Can't afford to wait
Best be yer brother's keeper before it's too late
A life full of hate
And stealing food off plates
The greed you wear on yer sleeve won't get you through the gates
If you hesitate
It's a checkmate
Those years of communion don't qualify yer fate
It's good to masturbate
On thin ice you skate
The walls of separation are crumbling between Church & State

From the pulpit to the pews, the nuns all paid their dues
They dropped some goddamn F-bombs and wished instead they were moms
Justice Guitarist clenched a bible in his fist
On the mount, gave thoughts and prayers and then vanished in the air

Written by:
Bradley Carroll

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