Praise the Lard Pass the ammo Russian Roulette Is your gamble
Load that gun Pull the trigger Now you feel So much bigger
Praise the Lard Church and state Christian Soldiers Nationalist hate
Send your money To the rich There's nothing left You stupid bitch
Take up sides Against ourselves Hate your brother Everyone else
Work for evil Men of greed Men in power The devils seed
Money changers Profits (prophets) of doom Take your money Give you gloom
Its too late You'll never learn Smell the smoke As America Burns
Today’s song came about after I wrote the bass line – I wanted it to be sort of punk-ish – and simple blues progression came out – which is somewhat related – since many garage bands first learn very simple blues progressions and repeat them ad nauseum.
I usually get my lyrics ideas from either “current events”, historical events or inventions, nature, or one of my many Assemblage pieces – and today’s is using an Assemblage as my guide. The vocals also begged to be sung as if I were a Televangelist. Hey – I will use this approach again – it infuses comedy in a way that really works well.
The vocals are influenced by listening to Primus do “Jerry Was a Race Car Driver” – which is hilarious – as most Primus songs are.