Seafroggys
10-15-2007, 12:55 AM
This is not done yet, just the first two verses and a chorus:
Face the Board, face the crowd
Who the hell is the inquisitor now?
Place them on the pedestal of judgement
Make them us, make them bent
Seated there, all in a row
Thinking they're special, molded from dough.
"Look at me, I love my own kind"
They're just making themselves fall further behind
The inquiry speaks out, what do they say?
Mundane questions about what time of day
These are special people, trying to act normal
Contradicting their goals in a setting informal
"What's your major, what's your underwear?
Why does that dyke have terribly bad hair?"
We do nothing but laugh when they come out
And this whole parade makes me cast my doubts
The Alliance is our failure
We shouldn't be more than one
I see them as me, they see them as them
This is nothing more than redundant fun!
Is there pride to be one of me?
Satisfaction from doing holy deeds
Bishops and priests, clerics and rabbis
They say the same old deceitful lies
"Burn in hell you ****ing fag!"
Then stick the poor soul in a body bag
Druids and poets, mothers and lovers
Love these cherished like one another.
Angels and idols practice unification
And circles of people deep in meditation
The Alliance is our enemy, so we know
Just as the crossed nutcases have been our foe
Down with both sides, mortal enemies
Let us leave humanity as it should be
We are me, and all is one
Let Leviticus die, and be done!
The Alliance is our failure
We shouldn't be more then one
I see them as me, they see them as them
This is nothing more than redundant fun!
Face the Board, face the crowd
Who the hell is the inquisitor now?
Place them on the pedestal of judgement
Make them us, make them bent
Seated there, all in a row
Thinking they're special, molded from dough.
"Look at me, I love my own kind"
They're just making themselves fall further behind
The inquiry speaks out, what do they say?
Mundane questions about what time of day
These are special people, trying to act normal
Contradicting their goals in a setting informal
"What's your major, what's your underwear?
Why does that dyke have terribly bad hair?"
We do nothing but laugh when they come out
And this whole parade makes me cast my doubts
The Alliance is our failure
We shouldn't be more than one
I see them as me, they see them as them
This is nothing more than redundant fun!
Is there pride to be one of me?
Satisfaction from doing holy deeds
Bishops and priests, clerics and rabbis
They say the same old deceitful lies
"Burn in hell you ****ing fag!"
Then stick the poor soul in a body bag
Druids and poets, mothers and lovers
Love these cherished like one another.
Angels and idols practice unification
And circles of people deep in meditation
The Alliance is our enemy, so we know
Just as the crossed nutcases have been our foe
Down with both sides, mortal enemies
Let us leave humanity as it should be
We are me, and all is one
Let Leviticus die, and be done!
The Alliance is our failure
We shouldn't be more then one
I see them as me, they see them as them
This is nothing more than redundant fun!