"Antigonish"

Yesterday upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
Oh how I wish he'd go away.

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door... (slam!)

Yesterday upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
Oh how I wish he'd go away.

William Hughes Mearns, 1899

When I was back there in seminary school

Drowning in Oceans of Semen from the school
Which was maybe why they called it a Semen-ary
It seemed to be a general rule
That priests would punish them with pricks quite scary
Thrusting, puffing, swollen bellies squashing boys across the bed
Their victims soon  learned to give head
And smearing butter across their bums
would grease the way for the priests and their chums
It was better that way, somebody said
And better by far than wishing to be dead
When seated on the throne desperately trying
To shit through torn and bloody anus while crying
Softly wishing to find some comfort in the long nights
Surrounded by churchmen demanding their rights

Now the boy that you saw has grown into a man
And writes strange lyrics as only those can
Who have suffered abuse
Or maybe more
And who still can remember the cold of the floor
And the feeling of terror that rises inside
When a priest approaches a child to bestride
And the child is alone with nowhere to hide
And the fat of those prelates jiggles with mirth
As they pull out their codgers like cows giving birth
And the boy on the floor pees himself in alarm
While from their habits pasty white arms
Squeezed the mottled purple pricks until drowned by their alms
And covered in semen, oozing bukaki charms
From every orifice their cum still drips
These defenders of morals these most Christian pricks
Doing in truth a great deal less harm
Than their bibles and beliefs
Their certain crowd pleasers
Their bullshit, their morals, their sexual diseases
And the worst of it all their faith in "Jesus"
The offspring of a child murdering father god
You'd think that to call this "loving" is odd
But its perversions like these that these child stiffing cunts
Have used to convert much of mankind into mindless runts

Envoi

So why should we care 'bout a child or two
Whose backside is bleeding, or yellow or blue
When these mind fucking arseholes are working to screw
All of mankind which includes me and you?

The Soft Parade

When I was back there in seminary school, there was a person there
Who put forth the proposition, that you can petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer, petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary, I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum, I cant make it anymore, the man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, champion sax and a girl named sandy
Theres only four ways to get unraveled, one is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills, one is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home
Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women, growing stones
Carrying babies, to the river
Streets and shoes, avenues, leather riders
Selling news, the monk bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little, yes, he did, woo!
This is the best part of the trip, this is the trip, the best part
I really like, whatd he say? , yeah!, yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh, huh!, yeah, Im proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay, everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play, welcome to the soft parade
All our lives we sweat and save, building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say, somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way, everything must be this way, yeah
The soft parade has now begun, listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun, a cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress, girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest, who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!, the lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning, calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals, left out in the yard
But its getting harder, to describe sailors, to the underfed
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure
What got us this far, to this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, cmon
Callin on the dogs, callin on the dogs
Oh, its gettin harder, callin on the dogs
Callin in the dogs, callin all the dogs, callin on the gods
You gotta meet me, too late, baby
Slay a few animals, at the crossroads, too late
All in the yard, but its gettin harder, by the crossroads
You gotta meet me, oh, were goin, were goin great
At the edge of town, tropic corridor, tropic treasure
Havin a good time, got to come along, what got us this far
To this mild equator? , outskirts of the city, you and i
We need someone new, somethin new, somethin else to get us through
Better bring your gun, better bring your gun
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure, were gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails, we can whip the horses eyes
And make them sleep, and cry