2006-10-04 - chill out
You people need some stress relief
You're stuck up in your unbelief
You think you know but you're deceived
And you're worse off than you've believed
You judge the wine, condemn the drink
You seem to think your crap don't stink
And all the while you bear your tales
And buy the dirt gossip avails
You look at others through your pride
All the while you try to hide
The filth that you allow inside
You think your soul won't be denied!?
There's no way you'll be justified
Before you cast the first stone
Check that house you're in
Before you try to pick a bone
Deal with your own sin
Behold the lilies of the field,
they neither toil nor spin
The sword of judgement that you wield
will surely do you in
The dead don't need a doctor so listen and take heed
Your stinkin' thinkin' keeps you from the thing that you most need
The dead don't need a doctor so listen up and learn
the gallows that you've built will be the wood on which you burn.
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