Foul, Filthy, Phallic Rap and Roll
A child hears a song on the radio
and the music sets his mind aglow...
at his age he’s too young to know
he’s being sucked in the black, black hole
of foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
Tuned to the beat that fills his ears
he merges with the sounds he hears,
he doesn’t know just how severe
the words that pulse play a role
in foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
Sex and surrender are entwined
in lyric beats of metered time
and as all decency is undermined...
verse by verse the words take their toll
through foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
As he is swept by carnal tides
religious values wash aside,
all moral binds become untied...
a beast within then gets paroled
by foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
So, entranced by the tunes he plays
song by song he gets dragged away
into the beat of world decay...
he’s in lockstep on a fatal stroll
with foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
The handlers laugh at all of those
who think that they have smelled a rose...
but it’s just the thorns shoved up your nose
by agents into mind control
with foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.
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