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Series: Songs of Sacrilege

Songs of Sacrilege: Supertheory of Supereverything by Gogol Bordello

Bruce Gerencser 1 Comment
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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, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 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, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 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: 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, 66, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 45 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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