Blasphemer Rag

Holy smokes, you're such a holy roller
Got your bible-thumpin' to a T
Pardon me, but I don't need no threat of burning hell
To lead a life of well-doing and peace
But that's just me

All my life I've been a lowly pauper
But I never bothered to complain
All the same, it rubs me wrong to see a moneyed throng
Pretending all day long that they do right
In His sight

Holy Cow! Have I come down with fever
Such a cold blasphemer am I now
And how! Carl Sagan is my revelations
I see all creation as it stands
No guiding hand



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Bauman
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