Wild God

When I was a kid, religious people were towering figures, rather than cowering ones. Being a good Christian was hard; it was a lofty goal that took a lot of work, commitment and, well…goodness. For starters, you were expected to look after your fellow man without lusting after his wife, tend to the poor and infirm, forgive those who would do you harm, and be able to drop all manner of biblical verses into casual conversation. When asked for your favorite bible quote, answering, “5 Corinthians walked into a bar...” probably means you're not up to the task. 

Now, despite my smart-arse attitude and assorted moral failings, I always respected those who called themselves Christians and did their best to live up to the ideals of their faith. I still do, despite the preponderance of loudly hypocritical bible thumpers in the political realm who wield their holy book as weapons of a culture war of their own creation. 

Those who attend church and quietly follow the teachings of Jesus Christ with kindness and love in their hearts are inspiring; fetid prosperity-gospel charlatans fleecing the vulnerable, and dog-whistling politicos spouting out random bible verses to justify their hideous deeds and rampant cowardice is just nauseating. It’s so far away from what I was taught about the Christian faith, that I can’t help but think that if Jesus were to return (and assuming he could get through immigration), he would kick their sorry arses.

Wild God (lyrics)

Heading south with butter melting in your mouth 

It’s drawn and quartered messenger for tea 

Egos grazed and voices raised and there’s no doubt 

You exhale and I’ll forget to breathe 

Deva fly on broken wing 

Church of rage and idiot king 

Sing again 

Eat your words and spew your junk 

Fill your boots till you’re all sunk 

Drunk on wild god 

Silk pajama dramas by the kitchen sink 

You kill all conversation with your thumbs 

There’s no shame, there's no taboo, just doublethink 

Gift the kool aid knowing they’ll succumb 

Deva fly on broken wing 

Church of rage and idiot king 

Sing again and again 

Eat your words and spew your junk 

Fill your boots till you’re all sunk 

Drunk on wild god 

Drunk on wild, wild god 

Look who’s crawling out from underneath his stone 

Loosey-goosey stepping as he goes 

There’s no rest for the wicked or the innocent 

in sad saluting, empty suited rows 

Deva fly on broken wing 

Church of rage and idiot king 

Sings again and again 

Eat your words and spew your junk 

Fill your boots till you’re all sunk 

Drunk on wild god 

Drunk on wild, wild god