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Babylonian Anthem
Thou, O king, hast made a decree, that every man that shall hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, and all kinds of musick, shall fall down and worship the golden image: And whoso falleth not down and worshippeth, that he should be cast into the midst of a burning fiery furnace Dan. 3:10-11 When you hear the sound of the dulcimer tones, rise ... and give thanks to man that you’re alive Some short time ago, a latter-day Nebuchadnezzar said: Don’t bow ... stand when you hear that peculiar music play Everybody now know what to do when the Babylonian anthem hit the airwaves, and come piping through This new king said to all his subjects: Every time you hear the anthem music, give me a sign to show me that your fealty is mine Give me a vow, speak plain your loyalty Show me that you love this country, which I let you live in for a small tax fee Give reverence to my armies who protect everything you got, including your life, which you owe to me Show me your gratitude — I bet not see any protest, or no bad attitude Don’t come telling me about some trivial, kingdom oppression fake news Stand ... put your hand on your heart to openly show all that you place your faith and trust in the sacred wavy cloth Bestow honor and power to the woven idol; it brought peace and prosperity to this fruitful land So honor it ... and stand! Didn’t he tell you where to place your hand, Don’t make him have to harden his heart, and fire up his best-selling idol-making oven Such proud Babylonian vanity, their rich ideas and values are considered to be of perfect beauty Whenever the Babylonian anthem blares, don’t get on your bending knees to ask his nation does anybody really care The king says, tell your people to pay their taxes on time, and not to commit any heinous crime Put your hand on your heart, and pledge allegiance to the Nebuchadnezzar colored cloth Make sure when you stand, that you understand — when that peculiar anthem play; some of you might be blue, some might be gray It don’t matter where your civil politics sit either way, liberal or conservative ... the king always got the last say He could care less whether you’re straight or gay As long as you’re worshiping him, king Nebuchadnezzar, at the end of the day Remember, when the Babylonian anthem begins to play ... great or small, don’t disrespect his royal cloth Although it can’t wash your sins away, kissing the colored cloth where the bald eagle dropped a little backdoor soft Will keep your sorry sackbut soul from getting fiery furnace tossed Constitutional ignorance don’t flip this king’s sympathy card, you better know where your hand is, as well where be your heart Bringing out the Pharaoh in him ain’t good, is that now understood? Stand ... be proud of your war anthem Conquering and assimilating cultures is a very profitable Babylonian tradition Sure, there’s a lot of dirty laundry history, the best moneymaking venture was investing in slavery When he clink the chains, he never try to tell them it ain’t ever personal Cold business decisions require emotional distance, that’s just the way the wind of fate blows Speaking of personal: Most everyone knows his mother, Mystery, is a harlot Which makes him a mongrel son, whose ring finger got an angry twitch And he’s very quick on flipping the nuclear oven switch So don’t forget: he take no excuses, and he rarely miss an opportunity to cremate more death ashes So listen to your king Neb’s advice, and stand — he demand complete obedience Every child, woman and man better not kneel, they better stand ... When the Babylonian anthem is playing Every man, woman and child better know where to place their hand, and know where to put their heart ... When the Babylonian anthem start Let him see your flag waving vow of loyalty; support his troops, and enjoy the spoils of war from every Babylonian victory Thru the smoke and fire you can hear his primal plea: Put your trust in the tri-colored cloth image of me Sell me your soul for secular shekel security And let me be your God, in whom you believe Worship my cult of personality Babylonian anthem lets him know who’s on the king’s side When that anthem starts playing, nobody can hide O Babylonian citizens rise, and stand ... when he command Give glory to the revered linen articles of man, wavy righteousness is a heart covered by hand Puff out your chest, put hand over your breast; the king says, do this often, and prosperity will flood the land False profits will shill that Babylon is never falling Intone the spiked crown anthem in a joyous, deified psaltery key Giving thanks to man not God, makes you drunk as Mother harlot Mystery The handwriting of God remains written on the palace wall, Nebuchadnezzar’s kingdom will surely fall So rise and alertly stand, anticipate the start of the Babylonian anthem Pay homage to the patriotic brand, sing the missing verses if you can The only true mystery is when the Babylonian anthem will forever end
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