You know I've made things
with clay and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles,
hands covered in blood
I've covered it much and
been subjected to flood
I've been forged in fire and
rejected as it does
We need a charge of the light bri
gade and sack the old city
I'm too young to be a justice,
stuck in sudden self -pity
Everybody gets down,
I was sunken feeling shitty
Decisions made, regret it,
get vetoed by committee
I just want a milk and tofu,
I eat meat and potatoes
And I'm into anarchism,
feminism and landscaping
And I measure this a system
and our times are wasting
Just pick it up to pieces,
and stick it up for feces
I don't always wanna get shit on,
shower and shave
And find out fast the last
thing our enemies spray
I killed a lot of time watching cable lately
The art of conversation
interferes with cheers
You can't make anyone do
what they don't wanna
When apathy is in the
medium as marijuana
Each one, each one,
but never trust the preacher
The
Pope smokes dope,
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so reach for the reefer
Why does every channel serve
up a different sermon?
I know I prefer my pulpit in the
sewer with the vermin
I once went to church,
now I choose the
Godfather
On
DVD
Trilogy as the source of my divinity
And pass by the
Pope, and look to a
Coppola to cope with the
end of the rope type thing
I bring a critical view to the pew,
cause too much starts up as fiction like the taming
of the shrew
And then gets misconstrued,
so I snuck out
of midnight mass at the risk
of being rude
Because the words were nonsense,
the pacing
unbearable
So I don't drive on
Sunday cause the traffic
is terrible I've got plenty of confidence,
I don't need
a leader
If you wonder what I worship, then it's at
the movie theater admiring the
off -color humor of the
Coen brothers
Loving
Hitchcock,
Scorsese,
Kubrick, and many others
My devotion is deep like
Michael's disappointment in
Fredo
And my mind's manipulated like
Plato
But not by a pastor or minister
I manipulate the fast forward
As a method of confession
Addressing the sins of past years
Attempting to cleanse like an invention
of
Louis
Pastors
You know I've made things with clay
And made cover with mud
I've seen men do miracles
Hands covered in blood
I've covered it much and
been subjected to flood
I've been foisted fire and
rejected as it does
When you hear a song
that's a great song
Played a million times,
you never want to hear it again
If I hear that song one more time
If I see that guy's face one more time
I'm gonna fucking find out his
address and kill that motherfucker
I don't blame him, I've said it myself
When you're close to something
You feel you know the truth about it
And when
People magazine's writing about it,
you know they're not going to have the truth.
They have a very distor
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ted view of it.
And you realize that that's what the entire world sees,
and that's what the entire world
thinks about.
And they're wrong.
Josh Martinez 
