Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Testament, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Road Tested: Live 2003-2005, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Next Testament |
«Find God!» |
exclaimed the man, who lost everything he owned, looking stoned |
I groaned back, «Find a job, here’s an application.» |
Retaliation: «Here's a pamphlet.» |
I said, «F**k this damn shit.» |
My man flipped and threw his hand into his pocket |
Pulled out a bible with a design that looked tribal |
The Next Testament was its title |
«Look it over.» |
«A book? |
Nosuh… what the hell does this have to offer?» |
A small mirror on the bottom labeled «author» |
That’s too impersonal |
Irreversible actions leave our mind scarred |
Looking for the answers. |
«Find God!» |
he said again |
But I’m a veteran |
Knowing that you are no better than or worse than |
He compared my last enemy to my first friend |
This bum gave me his shirt’s pen |
«What the heck? |
You’re completely tapped, thinking that I’m gonna' write you |
out a check.» |
He said, «What?» |
I said, «WHAT!» |
Snatched the book in hopes of finding a myth |
Lifted up the front cover, broke the binding |
«I bring peace, love happiness and unity!» |
Usually I blow it off, but I said, «That ain’t what you do to me |
What you do to me is bring pain, hate, ignorance, and false alternatives to my |
community.» |
He sat back and thought it over, with a look that’s sort of sober |
He stared me in the eye and said «I don’t lie» |
(Him or me? Me or him?) |
Now we begin to quarrel over what’s historical |
But that’s immoral questioning the oracle’s origin |
We’re born through sin |
«You need to save yourself,» he said |
«But Jesus died for our sins.» |
Then he said, «He ain’t dead.» |
«He faked his death?» |
I watched my man take a breath as if he had no more patience left |
Then he embraced his chest |
Looked as if the holy spirit was about to manifest itself |
Mental health is what he lacked. |
I should have known this |
Without God, when we die every Earthling is homeless |
I couldn’t look. |
Tried to give him back his book |
As he shook. |
But it was stuck to my hand |
What the fuck? |
God damn! |
Embellished in sin and with a devilish grin |
This denizen could tell that I was selfish within |
He started speaking in tongues that I’m unfamiliar with |
I held the pen like a knife and threatened, «I kill your myth!» |
Civilians drift into a state of violent anger |
I can tell when I’m in danger so I stopped to take a breather |
«Listen, I’m a non-believer with no faith, and I don’t want none either |
It’s time for me to leave ya', take your book, I ain’t no crook.» |
He said, «It's yours, like the world, read it good, there’s directions.» |
I flipped through the pages, but they were blank, no deceptions |
He mentioned, «Look deeper. |
You’ll see it says more than you could share.» |
I asked, «Where?» |
He replies, «That's what the pen’s for.» |