Now I Sit Me Down in School
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Tries to place Him ‘neath the sod.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights,
And anytime our heads we bow
Becomes a Federal Issue now.
Hair died purple, blue or green,
Is no offense to the Freedom Scene.
The law’s specific, strict, precise.
Spoken prayers are the worst vice.
For prayer in public as a trend
Might some poor Satanist offend.
In silence we must meditate,
God can't be mentioned says the State.
But, we can curse and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable
To be called a bigoted brute,
Then subject to a legal suit.
We now see pregnant Campus Queens,
And unwed Daddies in their teens.
Girls of eleven swinging their asses
Carting their babies to and from classes.
Now, teaching right from wrong's taboo,
We learn our morals from the zoo.
They give us condoms and birth controls,
We’re told that Witchcraft, Totem Poles,
Voodoo and Satan could save our souls,
But the Lord from whom our rights are endowed
Can’t be mentioned. It’s not allowed,
No word of His may reach our crowd.
We owe this all to Murray O’Hair
Who from her dark, degraded lair
With perverse notions of what’s fair
Has made each one of us the heir
To vice, corruption and lunacy
Unbounded, given parity
With what we knew was right and true,
So children can feel free to screw.
I'm frightened here I must confess,
When Chaos reigns, there's great distress.
If I receive a bullet hole,
I beg you, Lord, to take my soul!
|Satan's sickest servant O'Hair in her last days|
~ Anne Animus (with a little help from FT)