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  • Songs of Sacrilege: Trailer Song by Kacey Musgraves

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    This is the one hundred and thirty-third 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 Trailer Song by Kacey Musgraves.

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    You say that you’re watching the birds out the window
    Well I’ve got a bird you can watch
    You ain’t gotta act like you’re borrowing eggs
    Just to see if my dishes are washed
    What’s it to you if it’s Wednesday at noon
    And I’ve traded my iced tea for scotch

    Keep your two cents on your side of the fence
    Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors
    Nothing to see here
    Go back to your trailer

    You ain’t gotta ask what I did to my hair
    Or whose underwear’s on the line
    It ain’t mine
    I ain’t gonna ask who’s been mowing your grass
    So you ain’t gotta ask who mows mine
    Quit judging my job and my car and my clothes
    Get your nose out of your mini-blinds

    Keep your two cents on your side of the fence
    Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors
    There ain’t nothing to see here
    Go back to your trailer

    Don’t ask me if I go to church
    I won’t ask if your husband is still out of work
    Try and claim high society
    We get our mail on the same side of the street

    So keep your two cents on your side of the fence
    Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors
    There ain’t nothing to see here
    Go back to your trailer
    You nosy bitch
    There ain’t nothing to see here
    Go back to your trailer

  • Songs of Sacrilege: Follow Your Arrow by Kacey Musgraves

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    This is the one hundred and thirty-second 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 Follow Your Arrow by Kacey Musgraves.

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    If you save yourself for marriage
    You’re a bore
    If you don’t save yourself for marriage
    You’re a whore-able person
    If you won’t have a drink
    Then you’re a prude
    But they’ll call you a drunk
    As soon as you down the first one

    If you can’t lose the weight
    Then you’re just fat
    But if you lose too much
    Then you’re on crack
    You’re damned if you do
    And you’re damned if you don’t
    So you might as well just do
    Whatever you want
    So

    Make lots of noise
    Kiss lots of boys
    Or kiss lots of girls
    If that’s something you’re into
    When the straight and narrow
    Gets a little too straight
    Roll up a joint, or don’t
    Just follow your arrow
    Wherever it points, yeah
    Follow your arrow
    Wherever it points

    If you don’t go to church
    You’ll go to hell
    If you’re the first one
    On the front row
    You’re self-righteous
    Son of a-
    Can’t win for losing
    You’ll just disappoint ’em
    Just ’cause you can’t beat ’em
    Don’t mean you should join ’em

    So make lots of noise
    Kiss lots of boys
    Or kiss lots of girls
    If that’s something you’re into
    When the straight and narrow
    Gets a little too straight
    Roll up a joint, or don’t
    Just follow your arrow
    Wherever it points, yeah
    Follow your arrow
    Wherever it points

    Say what you think
    Love who you love
    ‘Cause you just get
    So many trips ’round the sun
    Yeah, you only
    Only live once

    So make lots of noise
    Kiss lots of boys
    Or kiss lots of girls
    If that’s what you’re into
    When the straight and narrow
    Gets a little too straight
    Roll up a joint, I would
    And follow your arrow
    Wherever it points, yeah
    Follow your arrow
    Wherever it points

  • Songs of Sacrilege: Merry Go ‘Round by Kacey Musgraves

    This is the eighth 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 leave the name the song in the comment section or send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Merry Go ‘Round by Kacey Musgraves.  This is not an overtly sacrilegious song,but it does point out the disconnect between church and real life. I am a big Kacy Musgraves fan.

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    If you ain’t got two kids by 21, you’re probably gonna die alone.
    At least that’s what tradition told you.
    And it don’t matter if you don’t believe, come Sunday morning
    You best be there in the front row like you’re supposed to.

    Same hurt in every heart.
    Same trailer, different park.

    Mama’s hooked on Mary Kay.
    Brother’s hooked on Mary Jane
    Daddy’s hooked on Mary two doors down.
    Mary, Mary quite contrary.
    We get bored, so, we get married
    Just like dust, we settle in this town.
    On this broken merry go ’round and ’round and ’round we go
    Where it stops nobody knows
    And it ain’t slowin’ down
    This merry go ’round.

    We think the first time’s good enough.
    So, we hold on to high school love.
    Sayin’ we won’t end up like our parents.
    Tiny little boxes in a row, ain’t whatcha want, it’s whatcha know.
    Just happy in the shoes you’re wearin’.
    Same checks we’re always cashin’
    To buy a little more distraction.

    ‘Cause mama’s hooked on Mary Kay.
    Brother’s hooked on Mary Jane
    Daddy’s hooked on Mary two doors down.
    Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
    We get bored, so, we get married.
    Just like dust, we settle in this town.
    On this broken merry go ’round and ’round and ’round we go
    Where it stops nobody knows,
    And it ain’t slowin’ down.
    This merry go ’round.

    Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
    We’re so bored until we’re buried.
    Just like dust, we settle in this town.
    On this broken merry go ’round.
    Merry go ’round.

    Jack and Jill went up the hill.
    Jack burned out on booze and pills.
    And Mary had a little lamb.
    Mary just don’t give a damn no more.