No, no, no, it’s okay man,
Times have changed,
Now-a-days, you strap that cross to the back of a mini van,
‘n the fourteen stations are made up of franchise stops,
Plaster over “INRI” with adverts,
It ain’t like it was,
These days, it’s all paparazzi ‘n tiaras,
Those days of thorns and stonings, they’re long over.
We’ve gone an removed the sacrifice from sacrifice,
It’s the only civilized way.
Ain’t nobody dying for their sins, or anyone else’s,
Well–
Save the scapegoats,
Minorities,
Prisoners,
Falsely accused,
Homeless,
Poor,
Queers,
Children,
Women,
Men,
And generally anyone.
–But they don’t matter anyhow.
We’re more civilized now,
[WE BEAT THE ORGIES AND HEDONISM OUT OF THE ROMANS,
WE TAUGHT SHAME]
These days, you strap that cross to the back of a mini van,
‘n ain’t no one whippin’ you forward.
{don’t listen to the soothsayers,
they’re convinced it’s the people ‘n not the beliefs
that up an corrupted the romans}
Times have changed.
Now-a-days, it ain’t like we got accountability,
Christ took care of that for us.
