I DON'T THINK, THAT'S RIGHT.
I was born with a longing to be fed,
and my mouth was guided to a tit,
I sucked on her nipple as my mother lay in bed
I was happy just to eat, burp and shit.
Later, when I knew I had a brain,
grey matter waiting to be filled,
like a fertile field overflowing with grain
on a ground that's been purposefully tilled.
But influence malign came a creepin'
and wormed its way into my skull,
a religious mix in my head was seapin'
and now you see that I'm zombie-like and dull.
Now my mind don't work like it should
I feel not for my fellow man.
I interpret the bible so that bad is good
I do damage to my country when I can.
I dribble and I drool like a baby,
I'm unthinking in the service of my Lord,
It's as though my mother's breast I had never left
Sucking down the scriptures like a man bereft
of his senses, which, come to think of it, I am.
Sucking at the drivel of a religious dam,
I'm disposable refuse to be consigned to the can.
I lost my chance to be a normal man,
now I wear me a reeking pious stink
I don't think that that's right man,
Man, that's right, I don't think.
