Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song RANT , by - Bo Burnham. Song from the album Words Words Words, in the genre Release date: 18.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Comedy Central
Song language: English
RANT |
| All the seats at the Sunday masses |
| Filled with the masses' massive asses |
| Classes pass as fast as molasses |
| Ceremonial reading glasses |
| Read a little bit of Leviticus |
| All the kids are a little too little for this |
| All the parents nod in agreement |
| «I think I can vaguely see what He meant.» |
| It’s too early in the morning, glory |
| To read another allegory story |
| The father reads a little bit farther |
| Assuring the assured that they need not bother |
| «When God, in verse 45 |
| Said that slaves are okay to buy |
| He meant that people all from the start |
| Each have 'slaves' within their hearts: |
| Things that we have sold or boughten |
| That are forced to pick our moral cotton |
| God calls us to set these free |
| Free our hearts from slavery |
| And then as God goes on to explain |
| The logistics of buying and selling slaves |
| Uh… he…the bible’s sorta like… uhhh…there's like… typos…didn't-» |
| In the back, I sit and I nod |
| To the beats that are bumping from my iPod |
| My God, they’re starting to pray |
| And over the music I can hear them say |
| «Dear God, dear Lord, dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword |
| Dear good, all-seeing being |
| 'My way or the highway' Yahweh |
| The blue-balled anti-masturbator |
| The great all-loving faggot-hater |
| I’d like to thank your holy might |
| For making me both rich and white |
| And though this is your day of rest |
| I come to you with one request: |
| There’s so much pain beyond this steeple |
| Wars and drugs and homeless people |
| Sadness where there should be joy |
| Hate and rape and Soulja Boy |
| A world in darkness needs your light |
| So I’m sure your schedule’s pretty tight |
| But my dog just had surgery |
| If you could fix that first? |
| JESUS!» |
| Debra Messing’s finger’s in a holy place |
| Hail Mary full of Grace |
| Obama, could you pass some hope to the Pope? |
| I know a couple dudes who wanna elope |
| See the church said nope so the bros can’t cope |
| The bros can grope but the bros can’t cope |
| They’ve been in love and they’ve been addicted |
| Who said they shouldn’t? |
| Benedict did |
| 'Cause in the holy land of the Lord |
| He’s the holy landlord |
| And dicks are evicted |
| 'Cause you can be a Benedict |
| If you’ve been a dick under Benedict |
| But you can’t have Benedicts |
| Because there’s only one pope |
| With only one dick, what? |
| What? |
| Yeah, a dick on a pope is |
| Just like a soap on a rope |
| 'Cause it’s pointless, unless in prison |
| Throw up your bibles, Christ has risen |
| Hallelujah, now it’s raining men |
| Because the gender ratio is 1 to 10 |
| Winos at the Eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation |
| Jesus wasn’t the Messiah |
| Get back, I’m a heretic and I’m on fire |
| It was Oedipus, those holy nights |
| The holy motherfucking Christ |
| I’m a blasphemah |
| Post-Katrina, cruising the marina |
| On a crusade to cruise aids |
| And blast FEMA |
| You’re too late, we’re fucked, we don’t need ya |
| Amen, in the name of the father, son and holy ghost |
| Head, shoulders, knees and toes |
| Turn up your nose, strike that pose |
| Hey macarena |