Holy Road
On that holy road we decide to travel
I worry 'bout our chance for survival
On that holy road pocked with burned out metal
From Jerusalem to everywhere we've settled
On that holy road is there any truth?
A young man loads up-no fiddler on that roof
On that holy road, all sides keep on bombing
What good's it do but guarantee more sobbing?
Praise the lord, pass the ammunition
Help me lord, too many contradictions
Praise the lord, let me check my bible
No not that one--King James is our rival
Praise the lord, are those words from she or he?
By the way, where the hell's that maharishi?
On that holy road, are there any answers?
Just shaky politics from Washington to Damascus
On that holy road paved with alabaster
Made of the bones of citizens from the disasters
On that holy road that weaves through tradition
One man's sacred place is another's superstition
Praise the lord, can I learn from Allah?
Help me lord, my pilgrimage was to Walla Walla
My sweet lord-apologies to Harrison,
Help me lord, I want my bones picked clean by carrion
Praise the lord, Al Quida and Taliban,
Help them lord, for gods sakes sell them some Ray-bans
Praise the lord, I really am "religious"
Meet 'cha in heaven--but not with them, just with us
Praise the lord, money changers still buy and sell
If there's a hell, stoke them coals Jerry Fallwell...
Holy road, holy road
Holy road, holy road
Etc to end
I worry 'bout our chance for survival
On that holy road pocked with burned out metal
From Jerusalem to everywhere we've settled
On that holy road is there any truth?
A young man loads up-no fiddler on that roof
On that holy road, all sides keep on bombing
What good's it do but guarantee more sobbing?
Praise the lord, pass the ammunition
Help me lord, too many contradictions
Praise the lord, let me check my bible
No not that one--King James is our rival
Praise the lord, are those words from she or he?
By the way, where the hell's that maharishi?
On that holy road, are there any answers?
Just shaky politics from Washington to Damascus
On that holy road paved with alabaster
Made of the bones of citizens from the disasters
On that holy road that weaves through tradition
One man's sacred place is another's superstition
Praise the lord, can I learn from Allah?
Help me lord, my pilgrimage was to Walla Walla
My sweet lord-apologies to Harrison,
Help me lord, I want my bones picked clean by carrion
Praise the lord, Al Quida and Taliban,
Help them lord, for gods sakes sell them some Ray-bans
Praise the lord, I really am "religious"
Meet 'cha in heaven--but not with them, just with us
Praise the lord, money changers still buy and sell
If there's a hell, stoke them coals Jerry Fallwell...
Holy road, holy road
Holy road, holy road
Etc to end
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Writer(s): Warren Hein
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