Tell it to me again
What I heard the other day
Sing those song into my ears once more
Do the dance style you did yesterday
Tell it to me again
All I heard yesterday
I'm beginning to love these things
The mulla keeps shouting Calling them freaks
To do the same thing They'd done yesterday
Allau Akbar!
Count your "Tesbiu"
Chant and be happy
Fight a little..
Sort the infidels
Do It again...

Same actors, same stage, same crazy freaks
SSShhhhh....
I am a religious man
Do your own thing O’ Clergy
Shout your head out
Jump around; a bit of kick your legs about
Twist yourself and curse the chaplet
Hail mother Mary
Frown at this attitude
Curse the Pope
The Pope of Rome
Hail Martin Luther King
and pitch your tent where your heart belong.

I’ve been here watching
the whole affair all day long
Your ancestors, your teachers, the lame blind guards
the sceptics, the same people on course
this same track
Did the same
On this race track.

All the unfaithful faithfuls
All the conflicts...
In search of The TRUTH
the TRUTH that became LIGHT
the LIGHT that became LIFE
the same GOD
Reverend Imam Priest Olokun claimed to know better
The same SON
the father of WISDOM
the son of KNMOWLEDGE
the GOD of all INSIGHTS

Tell me one more thing
Tell it to me again
If He is not your own God
If you lack knowledge
If you lack understanding
If you had no wisdom
to consider and teach the wicked
The WAY OF THE CROSS
the way of justice
the path of humility and love
the path of the Golden Rule.

Shout your head out O’ Mr. Clergy
Tell the wicked among your freaks
He’s got a golden seat in heaven
There’s not a thing as holy
Only love me with your eyes
and break not this order of catholic service.

At the rear...at the rear...please
if you haven’t got the four wheeler yet
Come O’ blessed wicked souls
You who denied the laborer that worked for you
and made a poster of your false charity
at the ALTAR, in the MICROPHONE
let all the holy infidels applaud your ruse .

Do your own thing
Turn your head downsideup
and eat the microphone
All these things I have seen
the other day and again
One day it will be over
All the drama on stage
and I’ll know you not
‘Ye workers of iniquity
...Curtain
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