messenger hiss

oh Lord give me some of
the glory i had had before i was born
it keeps goading me on
so Lord give me something to hide

don't shower me with gold
i know what 'golden shower' means
we got wise to the underworld
stuck in the crotch of my jeans

time to invent another language
all language is libel
the meanings are twisted
and so is The Bible

oh Lord you're a mighty old man
i ain't no match for the likes of You
who am i to hold a match
when the neon lights shine right through

i put on Your records
but Your records wouldn't play
on my table turned on You
it's an old lampy affair

Your music may be clear
for all i care
but they blocked my ways of hearing
with dusty despair

i cast away the serpent, adam and eve
i'm as naked as anyone who's willing to believe
Your wisdom is measured out in me
like rats in a chain, they won't let's be

eat a muffin in a downtown second-rate cafe
watch the girls parade the street
they are still the only ones to pretend
with a clear view to defeat

this is what comes from too much messenger hiss
a pretty lame duck, i do apologize
but it's there for you, you may use it for free
sing it, or play it with your eyes, whatever the case may be


2014.