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Songs of Sacrilege: WWJD by The Axis of Awesome

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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 WWJD by The Axis of Awesome.

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Life isn’t always easy
It isn’t always fun
When you lose direction
Your world can come undone
When you’re in need of guidance
and help is overdue
you may ask yourself this question
What Would Jesus Do?

If he were at a party
and the host ran out of wine
He’d make some more with magic
And bring on back good times

But in this situation
you couldn’t see it through
He’s the son of god
And he shits all over you

You can’t do, what Jesus can do
You’re the king of nothing
And he’s the king of Jews
He knows every magic trick
You only only know a few
Don’t even bother asking
What Would Jesus Do?

Can you heal a leper or feed a crowd with fish and bread
Can you walk on water, Did you rise from the dead
Did you give your life up to save humans from bad luck
Were you born of Virgin birth or did your parents fuck

You can’t do what Jesus can do
He had 12 apostles
and no one follows you
When faced with a dilemma
Let logic guide you through
What kind of dickhead wonders
What Would Jesus Do?

When Jesus was betrayed and rob of all his trust
He used his laser vision to turn Judas into dust.
When Lois Lane was dying Jesus held her in his arms
He flew backwards round the world to keep her safe from harm.
When Jesus tours the country in his rock and roll band KISS
Thousands cheer his music, even though it’s hit and miss.

You can’t do what Jesus can do
Jesus shits all over you
There are three of him
There’s only one of you
And Jesus can fly
He can cure a blind man
You can’t cure the flu
You’re good at nothing
He’s a zombie wizard who also knows kung-fu

So next time you’re in trouble
Thinking, What Would Jesus Do?
Try not to forget
He’s a million, billion, trillion times better than you

God gave Rock ‘n Roll to you
Gave Rock ‘n Roll to you
Gave Rock ‘n Roll to everyone
God gave Rock ‘n Roll to you
Gave Rock ‘n Roll to you
Put it in the soul of everyone

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: Hold On, Hold On by Neko Case

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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 Hold On, Hold On by Neko Case.

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he most tender place in my heart is for strangers
I know it’s unkind, but my own blood is much too dangerous
Hangin’ round the ceiling half the time
Hangin’ round the ceiling half the time

Compared to some, I’ve been around
But I really tried so hard

That echo chorus lied to me with its
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

In the end, I was the mean girl
Or somebody’s in between girl
Now it’s the devil I love
And that’s as funny as real love

I leave the party at 3 a.m.
Alone, thank God
With Valium from the bride
It’s the devil I love, it’s the devil I love
And that’s as funny as real love
And that’s as real as true love

That echo chorus lied to me with its
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

That echo chorus lied to me with its
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

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: Feel a Sin Comin’ On by Pistol Annies

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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 Feel a Sin Comin’ On by Pistol Annies.

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I feel a sin comin’ on
I feel a right that’s about to go wrong
I got a shiver down to the bone
I feel a sin comin’ on

I got a buzz in my brain
Drunk on a love goin’ down like champagne
I got a feelin’ it’s gonna leave a lipstick stain
And I’ll be the only one to blame

And you can see it
All over my face
Sweet temptation
All over the place
Give me tall, dark and handsome
Mix it up with something strong
I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin’ on

Please, Jesus, don’t hold me back
I know it ain’t mine, but I want it so bad
The smoke and the whiskey’s
Got me feeling easy
And the lights are all fadin’ to black

And you can see it
All over my face
Sweet temptation
All over the place
Give me tall, dark and handsome
Mix it up with something strong
I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin’ on

And you can see it (and you can see it)
All over my face (all over my face)
Sweet temptation
All over the place
Give me tall, dark and handsome
Mix it up with something strong
I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin’ on
I feel a sin (oh, I feel a sin) comin’ on

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: If There Is A God (He’s A Queen) by Romanovsky & Philips

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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 If There Is A God (He’s A Queen) by Romanovsky & Philips.

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I’ve been around the block
I’ve seen a lot of sights
From the outback of Australia
To Alaska’s northern lights
And I have to say I’m so impressed
With the beauty of this earth
And I have theory to impart
For whatever it is worth

Chorus:
Just think about the things you’ve seen
The mountains and the oceans and the prairies in between
Oh, people can’t you see
It’s obvious to me
That if there is a god, he’s a queen

Just drive through the Canyonlands
And you, too, will believe
‘Cause there are color combinations
That no straight man could conceive
The striations and the textures
You will see there in the land
Could have only been invented by
A nelly holy man

(Chorus)

Now the Bible says
He did it all within a week
And I’m quite impressed
Thought I’ve also got a small critique
He should not have taken that seventh day of rest
‘Cause he could have done a little more work
On the Midwest (at least Ohio!)

Stroll through New England
When Autumn’s in full force
To confirm my reference to the sexual preference
Of the one we call The Source
And if you think I need more evidence
To really validate my claim
What about the guy who wrote
“For purple mountains’ majesty
Above the ‘fruited’ plain?”

(Chorus)

Now it seems we’ve solved one mystery
Of the earth and its creator
Jesus might have been a carpenter
But his father was a decorator

(Chorus)

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: Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

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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 Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow Kitten Surprise.

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Listen in, it isn’t when you’re talking for your name’s sake
Jesus, Mary Magdalene you are, are you okay?
Sitting by the well, Jill, your falling down the hill, Jack
And everybody laughed
Don’t you pray? Don’t you pray?

To a Cocaine Jesus in a black four-seater
Got a man, don’t need him, but you wait
Call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
If you only ever need it for the day
High won’t hold, won’t hold, and I have no more
Than all you left of me
I have, I have, I have no more
Than all you leave

High as hell, feeling fine, nothing bad but nothing kind
Not a word from me, at least nothing you would mind
In my head, in my head, I get lonely sometimes

Feeling fine, coming down, never back ’cause we’re never out
You’ll never call the cops again, I’ll never call her mine
In my head, in my head, I get lonely sometimes

When you find an old picture of us
And you clear away the dust
I hope you miss me sometimes
When you see a frame that reminds you of me
Would you remember the times
Oh, the times that we believed

In a Cocaine Jesus in a black four-seater
Got a man, don’t need him, but you wait
Call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
If you only ever need it for the day
High won’t hold, won’t hold, and I have no more
Than all you left of me
I have, I have, I have no more
Than all you leave

I’m nothing more than a page unwritten on the pavement, blowing in the wind
You win a lot, and lose just a little bit more than you gained in the end
But God, I wish that I, was better than I am
But no luck, no love, no Gospel I could understand
I’m nothing that ever wanted to lean on, yeah, but even then

When you find an old picture of us, and you clear away the dust
I hope you miss me sometimes
When you see a frame that reminds you of me
Would you remember the times
Oh, the times that we believed

In a Cocaine Jesus in a black four-seater
Got a man, don’t need him, but you wait
Call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
If you only ever need it for the day, today

I’m just a page unwritten on the pavement
You needed ’til you left
But I’m more than a need or a thing you believe or a word
That you leave unsaid

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: I’ve Met Jesus by Hot Leg

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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 I’ve Met Jesus by Hot Leg.

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Worked hard at school
Did all the right things
Got a job
Got a car
Got a girl
Went and got the girl a ring

Go to your church
And sing your happy hymns
And you thank your little Jesus that you’re just like him

I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
And he’s nothing like you
Nothing like you…

I know you think you’re right
But you’ve got it wrong
And your finding your way to a fight
Oh but you love that psalm

You’re a bigot
You’re a fool with a fundamental flaw
Jesus doesn’t love you just for keeping all the laws

I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
And he’s nothing like you
Nothing like you…

Fun is fornication
Everything’s a sin
Oh if Jesus was a bouncer
He’d never let you in

You’re a judge
You’re a jury
You get drunk on your own fury
If I thrill you it will kill you
But you’ll never get to heaven ‘cos you’ll die of shock again

Ow!

I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
And he’s nothing like you
There’s no resemblence whatsoever

I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
I’ve met Jesus
And he’s nothing like you
(Nothing like 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: Get Born Again by Alice in Chains

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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 Get Born Again by Alice in Chains.

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Sat suffering, I knew him when
Fair-weather friends of mine
Try not to think, I merely blink
Hope you wish away the lies

Can you protect
Me when I’m wrecked
I pretend you’re still alive-ive
Yeah

Who will deny
All in time
All the lies
Who will deny
All in time
All the lies

I choose the day, one damp and gray
Thick fog that hide our smiles

Clear all your sins
Get born again
Just repeat a couple lines-ines
Lines
Yeah, yeah

Who will deny
All in time
All the lies

Can you protect
Me when I’m wrecked
I pretend you’re still alive

I choose the day, one damp and gray
Thick fog that hide our smiles

Sat suffering (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Get born again (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Sat suffering (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Get born again (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Sat suffering (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Get born again (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Sat suffering (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Get born again (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Sat suffering (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Get born again (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)
Sat suffering (who will deny, all in time, all the lies)

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: Sam Stone by John Prine

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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 Sam Stone by John Prine.

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Sam Stone came home
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served
Had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don’t stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios, mmhmm

Sam Stone’s welcome home
Didn’t last too long
He went to work when he’d spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin’ other peoples’ clothes

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don’t stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios, mmhmm

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
There was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero’s hill

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don’t stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios, mmhmm

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: The Wages of Sin by The Rainmakers

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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 The Wages of Sin by The Rainmakers.

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I was praying last night when an angel broke the line
She said “I’m gonna have to put you on hold for a time”
I said “Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss”
She said “Sorry sucker (sinner), it’s the Boss’s day off”
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was two bucks an hour and working weekends

I was ignoring the thief who was lashed to the cross
He cried “Help me get this son-of-a-bitch off”
I said “I would if I could, I can’t so I won’t
Well I wouldn’t want you messing your hair up, so don’t”
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was all the lumber you can carry, all the nails you can bend

The wages of sin, the reward of fear
Is worrying and fretting every second of the year
If Heaven is guilt, no sex and no show
Then I’m not sure if I really want to go, Oh

The wages of sin, the price that you pay
Is worrying and fretting every second of the day
The Church and the State, your God and Country kind
One gets your body, the other gets your mind

Mary, Mary Magdalene, how ’bout a date?
You’ve been wasting your time staying up so late
Your boyfriend’s dead, the word is you’re a whore
Just about then I heard a knock on the door
And I realized then that the wages of sin
Was a bad reputation and too many friends

The wages of sin (repeats)

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: If He Showed Up Now by Scott Cook

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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 If He Showed Up Now by Scott Cook.

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If he showed up now, you wouldn’t know what to do
He’d be flat broke as usual, filthy too
And the worst thing about it when he comes to town
Is the kind of people that he brings around
But all of your life you have called him your friend
And promised you’d stick by him right to the end
So you’d say, do us the honour, have something to eat
And he’d say, where were you when I was living on the street?

If he showed up now there’d be trouble, I bet
He’d be talking revolution, or did you forget
When you told him you’d follow him, he said, if you
Were anything like me, they’d kill you too.
You’d say, I’ve been calling you, haven’t you heard?
I live by your name and I’d die for your word
And I’d fight to defend it in every detail
And he’d say, where were you when I was in jail?

If he showed up now, would you recognize him?
If he came as a pauper when you expected a king
Or as an illegal, scrounging for bills
Or a defenceless child in the Syrian hills
You’d say I’ve been fighting your cause all along
I studied your pages and sang out your songs
And it was in your name that I closed every prayer
And he’d say, where were you when I was sick and couldn’t get care?
You’d say, if I’d known it was you I’d have come
I fought for your honour and all that I’ve done
It was under your banner in the name of the Son
And he’d say, where were you for the weakest ones?
Where were you for the weakest ones?

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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