FLOWER CHILD

"The end times are at hand"

I heard that on television

I heard it on the radio

So thank you -

Michele Bachmann

I've been praying and praying

For all this to end

All these gays and Muslims

And lesbians

99 per centers

Anonymous too?

Freedom fighters?

Who the hell are you?

Jesus is coming

And he's going to be mad

Went through all of that trouble

To stand by his dad

But it was all for naught

Just a waste of time

They converted his words

Into nursery rhymes

You see – people do that

It's what they do

Whether Buddha or Muhammad

Doesn't matter who

They use words for war

They use martyrs too

They'll even kill children

It makes for good news

The powers that be

Have power to keep

They'll toss out the bodies

They'll pile 'em in heaps

You can look on the Internet

Search our his-tor-eee

Piles to the sky

That's our industry

It's the human condition

There's no way to change it

Only hippies would think

They could - rearrange it

But don't listen to love

Just climb up on the pile

Got no time for the ranting

Of a flower child