Las Vegas
Believers say hereafter's the goal
Attain eternity you must believe
Infinity, do the math
Long shot for a gambling man
What's the down side?
Well, those holy rollers,
Fat sermonizing Sunday TV preachers
bounce susceptible folks on the floor
with their slain in the spirit
mumbo jumble talk, garbled speech
Unbelievable dose mass hysteria
Where do they find these people?
Heal the sick befor your very eyes
Well, that should convince you
Pass the plate, count their wealth
And occasionally go to jail
Kill in the name of holy Jihad
Who pedophile innocents
Shuffle perpretrators like cards
Do it again in the holy name
Kicked out of the garden,
Maybe man isn't ripe for religion
I'm done with religious freaks
and all their evil ways
One ray of hope remains
But Vegas is a long way away.
Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2010
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