by Jason Tiffany
I built me a religion from the broken bones of truth.Bits of gods I sewed together, their skin was dead and dry as leather.
I gave it the heart of an old machine, pumpin' whiskey, oil, and gasoline.
It had fuel injection, power brakes and a poisonous smile like a rattlesnake's.
I gave it a liscense to kill and a liscense to drive.
It wasn't quite dead, nearly alive...
It had television eyes, evangelical charm,
and the mouth of a combine that was rusting behind the barn.
It didn't look much like Jesus, more like the Reverend Jesse James
ridin' a Harley Davidson, spewin' black blood and flames.
I'd worship it every Sunday and every Halloween;
I'd sacrifice my sanity and feed it scarey dreams. We would dance out in the graveyard every time
it rained. I killed that damn Religion, my soul forever stained. Now I worship Nothing, it's a safe bet, for sure:
it's safer to worship Nothing 'cause Nothing will endure.
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