Illusory Choice (feat. Whose)
oy vagrant & The Thought
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Y'all letting Protestants rot your common sense Biting opulence with the jaw-strength of a hippopotamus From the Rio Grande to the Potomac, I want all of it Following the promises of Marxists and martyrs Let a call go out to all of those that slaughter the monsters Hotter than King Solomon learning to solder All that God had fostered lost and brought away from their fathers Often bothers me awfully, the thought of the conquered Toppled trees, apocrypha, did not receive a Bar Mitzvah Could you believe the little heathen feels deceived by what the deacon Had been speaking 'bout the swastika? Disagreed with stigma Had one eased beneath his Dalmatic, fabric was Venetian Repeated Hare Krishna's couldn't ease his piquing rage Thinking like "that's what I get for chasing beacons in the page" It was then he felt the cage collapse and found the might to flee Had to beg, but ate his scraps, a healthy mind don't bend the knee The moral of the story is you're free to draw your own conclusions Draw your own, draw your own, draw your own Don't let it be a need to fit in that draws you to illusions That's real, that's real, that's real! Don't look for sympathy from the greedy rulers of the institutions Don't, don't, don't! We are all only human, yeah, yeah, yeah Whatever faith you choosing Split the Red Sea with my father's ancestors' blood And I can't breathe, choked by the born again Sworn in opulence, the folklore monument, the Protestant Inquisition landscape, scramble for the handbrake Religious diagrams, Boa stricter, Cobra-bitten Hopeless mission, calling out hypocrisy in evil Christians Lived my woeful life as Homer Simpson, caught between the systems Indecision, missing links, whoops! Lost the mission Split in two solid pieces with the sword of the spirit Momma hoping that the gay will go with it Poppa lost the plot, if not the passion, for the novel Passing of the bottle, now I carry Jewish guilt and Christian economics Parents are your guide book, written by colonizers They ain't a Bible, learn from your surroundings, not their titles I stare into the black, I don't care if it looks back Whoever I wake up to, they can deal with my ass The moral of the story is you're free to draw your own conclusions Draw your own, draw your own, draw your own Don't let it be a need to fit in that draws you to illusions That's real, that's real, that's real! Don't look for sympathy from the greedy rulers of the institutions Don't, don't, don't! We are all only human, yeah, yeah, yeah Whatever faith you choosing
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