| quote | Originally posted by 82-T/A [At Work]: You should write music RayB... this is already in the proper format for a poem or lyrics. |
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As soon as you said it I couldn't unhear Bob Dylan:
The people you fear, they’re your cousins in strife,
Right-wingers shoutin' that God’s on their side,
The voice in their heads says the book must decide,
Every rule that we follow today.
They kill a bit more, but don’t get too high,
Your side beat the gays, burned witches to die,
The sex fears they share, ain't no big surprise,
Their ways just shift through the day.
Oh, the lines start to blur, but it’s easy to see,
They all claim that God’s got their decree,
They’re writin' their laws to force what they believe,
But too much hate makes 'em sway.
The Zionists in power, the Maga Crazies for the Rump,
And a long list of crazy Arabs, all in a lump,
They all want their fairy tales forced into law,
With rules from their gods every day.
But too much hate keeps them from a plan,
They’ll never unite under one command,
Their dreams all dissolve in their own holy wars,
Their schemes keep falling away.
Oh, the lines start to blur, but it’s easy to see,
They all claim that God’s got their decree,
They’re writin' their laws to force what they believe,
But too much hate makes 'em sway.