The Life and Times of Bruce Gerencser

Series: Songs of Sacrilege

  • Songs of Sacrilege: Supertheory of Supereverything by Gogol Bordello

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    This is the latest installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Supertheory of Supereverything by Gogol Bordello.

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    First time I had read the Bible
    It had stroke me as unwitty
    I think it may started rumor
    That the Lord ain’t got no humor

    Put me inside SSC
    Let’s test superstring theory
    Oh, yo, yo, yoi, accelerate the protons
    I stir it twice and then just add me, ’cause

    I don’t read the Bible (Bible)
    I don’t trust disciple (disciple)
    Even if they’re made of marble
    Or Canal Street bling

    I don’t read the Bible (Bible)
    I don’t trust disciple (disciple)
    Even if they’re made of marble
    Or Canal Street bling

    From the maelstrom of the knowledge
    Into labyrinth of doubt
    Froze underground ocean
    Melting, nuking on my mind

    Give me Everything Theory
    Without Nazi uniformity
    My brothers are protons (protons)
    My sisters are neurons (neurons)
    I stir it twice, it’s instant family

    I don’t read the Bible (Bible)
    I don’t trust disciple (disciple)
    Even if they’re made of marble
    Or Canal Street bling

    My brothers are protons (protons)
    My sisters are neurons (neurons)
    I stir it twice, dlja prekrastnih dam

    Do you have sex maniacs
    Or schizophrenics
    Or astrophysicists in your family?
    Was my grandma anti, anti?
    Was my grandpa bounty, bounty?
    Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
    They ask in embassy, boom!

    I don’t read the Bible (Bible)
    I don’t trust disciple (disciple)
    Even if they’re made of marble
    Or Canal Street bling

    And my grandma, she was anti
    And my grandpa, he was bounty!
    I stir it twice and Canal Street Bling, go!

    Party, party, party, party
    Party, party, party, party
    Party, party, party, party
    Party, party, afterparty

    Oh, yo, yo, yoi, accelerate the protons
    I stir it twice and then just add me

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

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  • Songs of Sacrilege: White Lies, White Jesus, and You by Katie Pruitt

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    This is the latest installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is White Lies, White Jesus, and You by Katie Pruitt.

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    Waking up in the middle of the night
    Someone you love is dying in your dreams
    Are you searching for the sermon in the suicide?
    Do you need someone to tell you what it means?

    If you say that Jesus gives you peace of mind
    That’s a good enough reason for me
    And if it really helps you get some sleep at night
    I’d kill for a little of that peace

    You talk about the truth like you are lying
    I wonder who you think you’re talking to
    Speaking of some things I put behind me
    White lies, white Jesus and you

    Passing people on the street with picket signs
    Warning me of my impending doom
    If God’s the one deciding if I make it in
    What gives them the power to assume?

    Talk about salvation like a birthright
    Use it like it’s some kind of excuse
    Speaking of some things I put behind me
    White lies, white Jesus and you

    I still hear the silence on the other line
    The consequence of telling you the truth
    The way I felt the knife turning into my side
    When I heard you say the words, “I’ll pray for you”

    ‘Cause you talk about forgiveness like a favor
    Like it’s something that you didn’t have to do
    Speaking of some things I put behind me
    White lies, white Jesus and you
    White lies, white Jesus and you

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

    Your comments are welcome and appreciated. All first-time comments are moderated. Please read the commenting rules before commenting.

    You can email Bruce via the Contact Form.

  • Songs of Sacrilege: Gimme A Ride To Heaven, Boy by Terry Allen

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    This is the latest installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Gimme A Ride To Heaven, Boy by Terry Allen.

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    Well I was caught up with myself
    On the highway at night
    Drivin like a bat outta hell
    When I beheld an amazing sight
    It was a lonely apparition
    By the roadside standing there
    With his thumb out in the wilderness
    And a halo in his hair

    He said “Gimme a ride to heaven boy
    I’ll Show you paradise
    Yeah gimme a ride to heaven boy
    My name is Jesus Christ”
    So I come screeching to a halt
    I said “Hop on in”
    He said “thanks a lot for the lift
    I forgive you of your sins
    Yeah I just come from Jerusalem
    Where things are going bad
    Ahhh gimme a ride to heaven boy
    I need to talk to my dad”

    Well I didn’t know what to do
    So I jammed her down in gear
    Kind a kicked my feet beneath the seat
    I was trying to hide the beer
    Ahhh but he just grinned and said “My friend,
    I know you must think it’s odd
    But you got nothin to fear about drinkin a beer
    If you share it with the son of God”

    He said “Gimme a ride to heaven boy
    I’ll Show you paradise
    Yeah gimme a ride to heaven boy
    My name is Jesus Christ”

    Well I saw good news in his baby blues
    So I stomped it on the floor
    I said you have to show me how to get there
    I ain’t been before
    “Well it’s a hard place to find” he said
    “But I’ll give you a little clue
    It ain’t somewhere up in the air
    Its sittin right here inside with you”
    Then right in the middle of that perfect smile
    From his robes he pulled a gun
    An stuck it up beside my head and said
    “How’s this for Kingdom Come?”
    Well I pulled off scared but I heard him say
    As he left me beneath the stars
    “The Lord moves in mysterious ways
    and tonight, my son … He’s gonna use your car”

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

    Your comments are welcome and appreciated. All first-time comments are moderated. Please read the commenting rules before commenting.

    You can email Bruce via the Contact Form.

  • Songs of Sacrilege: Runnin’ With the Devil by Van Halen

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    This is the latest installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series, which I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent toward religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Runnin’ With the Devil by Van Halen.

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    Yeah, ah

    I live my life like there’s no tomorrow
    All I’ve got, I had to steal
    Least I don’t need to beg or borrow
    Yes, I’m livin’ at a pace that kills
    Ooh, yeah

    Ah (runnin’ with the Devil)
    Ah, ah-ha yeah, whoo-hoo-ooh
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    I’ll tell you all about it

    I found the simple life ain’t so simple
    When I jumped out on that road
    I got no love, no love you’d call real
    Ain’t got nobody waitin’ at home

    Ah (runnin’ with the Devil)
    God-damn it lady, you know I ain’t lying to ya
    I’m only gonna tell you one time
    Ah-yeah
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    Yes I am, yeah

    Whoo
    Whoo

    You know I-
    I found the simple life, once so simple, no
    When I jumped out on that road
    Got no love, no love you’d call real
    Got nobody waitin’ at home

    Ah-yeah
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    Oh God, oh God, I’m runnin’, oh yeah
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    Ugh, ugh, one more time

    Ah, yeah
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    Oh yeah, oh yeah-yeah
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    Whoo, whoo
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    Ah-ah-yeah, ah-ah-yeah, ah-ah-yeah
    (Runnin’ with the Devil)
    Whoo

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

    Your comments are welcome and appreciated. All first-time comments are moderated. Please read the commenting rules before commenting.

    You can email Bruce via the Contact Form.

  • Songs of Sacrilege: Hallelujah by Black Veil Brides

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    This is the latest installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series, which I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent toward religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Hallelujah by Black Veil Brides.

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    They worship the screen, the digital shrine
    Demanding purity while rotting inside
    The saints are all sinners with halos for show
    The sins are forgotten the moment you let go
    I pray for my failure, I beg for my blood
    But heaven stays silent, the gates remain shut

    Hallelujah, my soul
    Been crucified for letting go
    Hallelujah, I know
    Some day you’ll praise what you hate
    And suffer exemplary

    They mark the forgotten, they spit on the weak
    Brave new saviors tell you just how to think
    They worship a screen, a digital shrine
    Demanding purity while rotting inside, but saints always sin

    Hallelujah, my soul
    Been crucified for letting go
    Hallelujah, I know
    Some day you’ll praise what you hate
    And suffer exemplary

    I was the outcast, the ghost of my muse
    The artist who’s buried beneath the accused
    Now I’m a fire they’ll never contain

    Hallelujah for my soul
    Hallelujah, just let go
    Hallelujah, praise the son
    Hallelujah, broken one

    Hallelujah, my soul
    Been crucified for letting go
    Hallelujah, I know
    Some day you’ll praise what you hate
    And suffer exemplary

    Hallelujah for my soul
    Hallelujah, just let go
    Hallelujah, praise the son
    Hallelujah, broken one

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

    Your comments are welcome and appreciated. All first-time comments are moderated. Please read the commenting rules before commenting.

    You can email Bruce via the Contact Form.