WHO IS JUDGING WHO

I came to this planet you now call Earth the day my mama gave me my death and rebirth with all the tools I would need to find my way, no matter what the good book had to say. I came to my soul not to sell it to this thing they call the New World Order. I call it the New World Disorder.

Please do not try and tell me that I am sick, for I know your trick, and I also know as the piano, the banjo, and the heavenly angels sing, I am the cure to your devilish disease that will bring you to your knees.

You can go to your church on Sunday. I'll go to my mass on Monday because I'm always a day late and a dollar short. I refuse to put my mind on ice, for I think for myself and no one else, so I put that propaganda on the choir walls shelf.