555

666
The number on the singer's lips
The devil moving through their hips
As they dance to the rock and roll

555
You should've seen the town tonight
The crooked little lullaby
That the kids call the rock and roll
They say rock on, rock on

The singer sings:
I am a good Christian boy
With an irreverent streak
God and I have inside jokes
He likes to play pranks on me
Like just this morning, I was running
I was featherlight and happy
Then the black dog at the neighbour's gate
Came rushing out, attacked me
And I said God on high
I praise you with the blood that I am bleeding
The final offering is the satisfaction
That I know you're feeling
The kind of pleasure you derive
From placing obstacles before me
Then when I stumble, injured, to your door
You turn away, ignore me
Well God I'm here to tell you
That it's no longer amusing
There's a limit to my tolerance
I can't continue losing
To make you laugh
To make you laugh

666
The number of the Flaming Lips
The number of the Stones, The Smiths
The number of the rock and roll

555
The band is in the local dive
C-crooked little lullaby
That the kids call the rock and roll
They say rock on, rock on

The singer sings:
I am a good Christian boy
With an irreverent streak
God and I have inside jokes
Like this one time I snuck up behind him
Tied his giant golden shoelaces together
It took ages, I enlisted help
From every fallen angel ever
Then he tripped and fell and dropped
An early draft of his commandments
It came crashing down in Egypt
Moses left his new apartment
And went out hiking, straight up Sinai
With no sandwiches or water
And he found them at the summit
Meanwhile God went to a lawyer
To revoke the leaked and incomplete preliminary copy
That was not intended for release
He hadn't finished properly
He didn't laugh
He didn't laugh



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Christie
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