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Songs of Sacrilege: Ladies in the Church Choir by Brittany Moore

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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 Ladies in the Church Choir by Brittany Moore.

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VERSE 1]
There’s a singing contradiction in the third row of the alto section
They whisper, bitching who they think won’t get into Heaven
Well, Jesus loves me, this I know, but not because they told me so
‘Guess I don’t fit their mold, ’bout time I toss this robe

[Chorus]
Hallelujah! Amen, I ain’t like them by the grace of God
Hallelujah, I could throw them stones, but why egg ’em on?
If the only thing here close to Jesus is box-dyed hair with how they teasе it
Hallelujah! Amen, I ain’t like thеm, nah, ladies in the church choir

[REFRAIN]
Look at her, bless her heart, could that hemline get any higher?
Know your place, know your part

[VERSE 2]
Well, I’ve never done unto them what they think they can do unto me
Yeah, I’ve never said “Hey Brittany, if you lose some weight, then you might be pretty”
After hearing that preacher preach ’bout lovin’ on everybody

[Chorus]
Hallelujah! Amen, I ain’t like them by the grace of God
Hallelujah, I could throw them stones, but why egg ’em on?
If the only thing here close to Jesus is box-dyed hair with how you tease it
Hallelujah! Amen, I ain’t like them, nah, ladies in the church choir

PRE-Chorus]
Well, Jesus loves me this I know, but not because they told me so

[Chorus]
Hallelujah! Amen, I ain’t like them by the grace of God
Hallelujah, I could throw them stones, but why egg ’em on?
If the only thing here close to Jesus is box-dyed hair with how you tease it
Hallelujah! Amen, I ain’t like them, nah, ladies in the church choir
Ooh, yeah, ladies in the church choir

[REFRAIN]
Look at her, bless her heart, could that hemline get any higher?
Know your place, know your part
Ladies in the church choir

Bruce Gerencser, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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: Raised Right by Reyna Roberts

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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 Raised Right by Reyna Roberts.

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[Verse 1]
At your worst be on your best
Do unto others like the good Lord says
Unless you cross me or one of my girlfriends
Say what you mean, mean what you say
Take your secrets to the grave
I grew up that way, and I wouldn’t change one damn thing

[Chorus]
I’m a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea
I’m a little bit of city in my country
A little “hell yeah” in my “hallelujah” (Hallelujah)
I know I ain’t always ladylike
But I know how to turn up on a Saturday night
‘Cause I was baptized in the neon light
I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right

[Verse 2]
My daddy taught me how to give
More than I take but take no shit
I flip that switch, call me crazy if you wanna
But y’all never met my mama

[Chorus]
I’m a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea
I’m a little bit of city in my country
A little “hell yeah” in my “hallelujah” (Hallelujah)
I know I ain’t always ladylike
But I know how to turn up on a Saturday night
‘Cause I was baptized in the neon light
I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right (Raised right)
(I was raised right, raised right)

[Bridge]
I’m a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea
I’m a little bit of city in my country

[Chorus]
I’m a little bit of whiskey in my sweet tea (In my sweet tea)
I’m a little bit of city in my country (In my country)
A little “hell yeah” in my “hallelujah” (Hallelujah)
I know I ain’t always ladylike
But I know how to turn up on a Saturday night
‘Cause I was baptized in the neon light
I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right
Got a little bit of wrong, yeah, in my raised right
I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right
I got a little bit of wrong
I got a little bit of wrong in my raised right

[Outro]
Woo-ooh ooh-hoo
Woo-ooh ooh-hoo
Woo-ooh ooh-hoo
Woo-ooh ooh-hoo

Bruce Gerencser, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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: 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, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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: Born Again Again by Legendary Shack Shakers

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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 Born Again Again by Legendary Shack Shakers.

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Jesus died for me
God has set me free
Free from the rules of responsibility
Born again again

Words don’t matter to me
Faith can cover up a sea of iniquity
Human nature is so bittersweet
Born again again

Born again again
In and out of the world of sin, and back in
Guess I’m a little noncommittal
Born again again

Well take a look at the look on my face
Congregation’s lappin’ up my case of praise
Liberation, sweet predestination
Born again again

Drinkin’ druggin’ around
Putting bets around town they found
Inebriation, incarceration
Born again again

Down on bended knee
Bobbing like a cork up and down in the bapistry
Talkin’ the walk, but not walkin’ the talk
Ya see I’m born again again

Born again again
In and out of the world of sin, and back in
Guess I’m a little noncommittal
Born again again

Bruce Gerencser, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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: Forgiven by Alanis Morissette

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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 Forgiven by Alanis Morissette.

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You know how us Catholic girls can be
We make up for so much time a little too late
I never forgot it, confusing as it was
No fun with no guilt feelings
The sinners, the saviors, the lover-less priests
I’ll see you next Sunday

We all had our reasons to be there
We all had a thing or two to learn
We all needed something to cling to
So we did

I sang Alleluia in the choir
I confessed my darkest deeds to an envious man
My brothers they never went blind for what they did
But I may as well have
In the name of the Father, the Skeptic and the Son
I had one more stupid question

We all had our reasons to be there
We all had a thing or two to learn
We all needed something to cling to
So we did

What I learned I rejected but I believe again
I will suffer the consequence of this inquisition
If I jump in this fountain, will I be forgiven

We all had our reasons to be there
We all had a thing or two to learn
We all needed something to cling to
So we did

We all had delusions in our head
We all had our minds made up for us
We had to believe in something
So we did

Bruce Gerencser, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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: Summon Satan by Advance Base

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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 Summon Satan by Advance Base.

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You had tried to summon Satan
But screwed up the incantation
& left an open portal
On your parents’ kitchen wall
& the demons you released that day
Have stayed with you you along your way
Screaming in your ear
Kill them all

You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
This curse is going to last

You were walking through the park one night
Angry looking for a fight
When you heard a busker
Playing accordion

You stuck him twice & down he fell
Sealed your passage straight to hell
& you knew at once
That you would kill again

You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
This loneliness will last

You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
This curse is going to last

Bruce Gerencser, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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: You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm

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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 You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm.

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If you would’ve told me I’d throw away my purity ring
In the middle of an airport
My younger self would laugh, would never believe that
It’s against everything that we stood for
She’d hate that I’ve smoked weed and cuss frequently
And she’d try to convert everyone I call a bestie
You’ll throw shots in the dark and black out at a bar
There’ll be good, then there’ll be bad parts

Someday, you’ll kiss a girl and you’ll panic
Some guy’ll break your heart and you’ll feel manic
Then you’ll learn to let people have their opinions
And talk about your traumas and like the body you live in
Someday, you’ll learn to keep your own secrets
Say you’re doin’ okay and really mean it
You’ll lose your faith a bit and question if she’s you
For a while you might not like her, but I do

Some days feel like whiplash, one-eighties, and you’ll hate that
You’ll label yourself just to take it back
Convinced you’re not bi ’cause you’re way too into guys
And the first time you have sex, you’ll cry
You’ll sometimes skip meals and numb how you feel
And you’ll miss the old you, but here’s the deal
That good girl you were was really fucking bad at being real

Someday, you’ll kiss a girl and you’ll panic
Some guy’ll break your heart and you’ll feel manic
Then you’ll learn to let people have their opinions
And talk about your traumas and like the body you live in
Someday, you’ll learn to keep your own secrets
Say you’re doin’ okay and really mean it
You’ll lose your faith a bit and question if she’s you
For a while you might not like her, but I do

You might not like her
You might not like her
You might not like her
You might not like her

Someday, you’ll think you disappoint your parents
But they’ll love you, not despite, but regardless
And you’ll learn to let people have shitty opinions
And talk about your traumas and like the body you live in
Someday, you’ll learn to keep your own secrets
Say you’re doin’ okay and really mean it
You’ll lose your faith a bit and question if she’s you
And for a while you might not like her, but I do

Bruce Gerencser, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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: No Plan by Hozier

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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 No Plan by Hozier.

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For starts
What a waste to say the heart could feel apart
Or feel complete, baby
Why would you make out of words
A cage for your own bird?
When it sings so sweet
The screaming, heaving, fuckery of the world?
Why would you offer a name
To the same old tired pain?
When all things come from nothin’
And honey, if nothin’s gained?

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
That’s how I know now that you understand

There’s no plan
There’s no race to be run
The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
There’s no plan
There’s no kingdom to come
I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin’ late
There’s no plan
There’s no hand on the rein
As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

Let it hurl, let the awful song be heard
Blue bird, I know your beat, baby
But your secret is safe with me
‘Cause if secrets were like seeds
Keep my body from the fire
Hire a gardener for my grave
Your secret is safe with me
And if secrets were like seeds
When I’m lying under marble
Marvel at flowers you’ll have made

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
That’s how I know now that you understand

There’s no plan
There’s no race to be run
The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the song
There’s no plan
There’s no kingdom to come
I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin’ late
There’s no plan
There’s no hand on the rein
As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
That’s how I know now that you understand
How big the hourglass, how deep the sand
I shouldn’t have hoped to know, but here I stand

There’s no plan
There’s no race to be run
The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
There’s no plan
There’s no kingdom to come
I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin’ late
There’s no plan
There’s no hand on the rein
As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

Bruce Gerencser, 67, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 46 years. He and his wife have six grown children and sixteen 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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