blasphemous/anti-religious lyrics

And we of course all know that god loves those who treat their semen with care :crowded:

 
St. Patrick's, by Savatage

Hey there Lord it's me
I wondered if you're free
Or not asleep
This just won't keep
It seems I just don't see

Why all the things we asked
Or prayed would come to pass
Have gone unheard
Like silent words
That slip into the past

'Cause Lord they're not schemes
Can't you tell dreams
Why do you let them slip by
Never even tried

It isn't you don't hear
There's far too many tears
Or can't you feel
Are we unreal
To one who knows no peers

You say we must pay dues
But still I am confused
I need to walk
And with you talk
Instead of to statues

'Cause Lord they're not schemes
Can't you tell dreams
Why do you let them slip by
Never even tried

'Cause you take all the fame
But who'll accept the blame
For all the hurt
Down here on earth
Unnecessary pain
Surely you must care
Or are you only air
Built in our minds
When we're in binds
Never really there

Can we be tired of you
Is that something we're allowed to do
For even the blind change their views
And it's time we tried something new

So I've pled my case
I'll now pull my escape
Didn't mean to doubt
What it's all about
Seems I forgot my place

But if you find the time
Please change the story line
Or give a call
Explain it all
I'll even leave the dime


I love the bolded part, but hate the way the songwriter backs off at the end, apologizing for his doubt. Still a great song, though.
 
"Young folks, old folks, everybody come.
Join the colored Sunday school, you'll have a lot of fun.
Please check your chewing gum and razors at the door,
and you'll hear some bible stories that you never heard before.

The Earth was made in six days, and finished on the seventh;
According to the contract, it should have been the evelventh.
The painters wouldn't paint, and the workers wouldn't work
so all The Lord could do was fill it up with dirt."

And so on. Those are the only parts I can remember from my scandalous days in Boy Scouts (yes, Boy Scouts).

Beanbag
I should get extra points: blasphemous and racist, all in one post.
 
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Oh, Lord please don't burn us
Don't grill or toast your flock.
Don't put us on the barbecue,
or simmer us in stock.

Don't braise or bake or boil us,
or stir-fry us in a wok.
Oh, please don't lightly poach us
or baste us with hot fat.

Don't fricassee or roast us
Or boil us in a vat.
And please don't stick Thy servants, Lord,
in a rotissamat

From The Meaning of Life

Beanbag
 

Stewart Lee - Don't Get Me Started - What's wrong with blasphemy?

Google Video (38 minutes): video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1790632903235527840​

Stewart Lee voices his concern about religious intolerance and freedom of speech, and the attempts by offended religious groups to ban and censor books, plays or television productions or intimidate. Also at attempts to make it a criminal offence to criticise faiths. He talks of his own experiences as co-writer of "Jerry Springer: The Opera" and looks at other controversial incidences such as the reactions to the play "Behzti" in the Sikh community and Salman Rushdie's "Satanic Verses".​
 
Asylum by Crass:


I am no feeble Christ not me. He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body. Christ forgive. FORGIVE? I vomit for you Jesu. **** forgive. Down now from your cross. Down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide, petulant child. Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy. I vomit for you. Forgive? **** he forgives. He hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extend of his vision, his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin. He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary, death reveller, rake, rapist, life****er, Jesu, earthmover, Christus, gravedigger, you dug the pits of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin, master, master of gore, enigma. You carry the standard of your oppression. Enola is your gaiety. The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight the nails are your only trinity, hold them in your corpsey gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer. The cross is the virgin body of womenhood that you defile. You nail yourself to your own sin. Lamearse Jesus calls me sister there are no words for my contempt, every woman is a cross in is filthy theology, in his arrogant delight. He turns his back upon me in his fear, he dare not face me. Fear****er. Share nothing you Christ, sterile, impotent, ****love prophet of death. You are the ultimate pornography, in your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.
JESUS DIED FOR IS OWN SINS, NOT MINE.
 
Beanbag said:
"Young folks, old folks, everybody come.
Join the colored Sunday school, you'll have a lot of fun.
Please check your chewing gum and razors at the door,
and you'll hear some bible stories that you never heard before.

The Earth was made in six days, and finished on the seventh;
According to the contract, it should have been the evelventh.
The painters wouldn't paint, and the workers wouldn't work
so all The Lord could do was fill it up with dirt."

And so on. Those are the only parts I can remember from my scandalous days in Boy Scouts (yes, Boy Scouts).

Beanbag
I should get extra points: blasphemous and racist, all in one post.
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I knew, and sometimes sang, the song, but never with the "colored' reference. It was just "join our sunday school"
 
Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "The Only Way" and "I Believed in Father Christmas" are strongly anti-religious. The last headmaster of my son's primary school was an atheist, and always included the latter in every school Christmas concert, a most admirably subversive policy.

Dave
 
Another one of Motörhead:

Don't need no blind belief
Don't need no comic relief
Don't need to see the scars
Don't need Jesus Christ Superstar
Don't need no Sunday Television
Bet your life you don't need religion

Don't need no time for prayer
Don't save no knee-pads for me up there
If your head's alright, ya don't need binoculars to see the light
Ya don't need no miracle vision
Bet ya life etc.

I don't need no Santa Claus
Don't believe in fairies no more
Don't need to go to confession
I'm already trying to fight depression
Don't need no exorcism
Bet ya life etc.
 
God am, by Alice in chains.

Dear god, how have you been then?
I'm not fine, ___k pretending
all of this death you're sending
best throw some free heart mending.

Invite you in my heart then
when done, my sins forgiven?
This god of mine relaxes
world dies i still pay taxes.

can i be as my god am
can you be as god am
can i be as my god am
god of all my god am

so lord, i see you grinnin'
must be grand always winning
how proud are you being able
to gather faith from fable
 
The Tiger Lillies make a style of music that's part oompah oompah and part cabaret. They sure don't like the Catholic church much at all, and blasphemy is one of their recurring themes. It's hard to pick just one, but my personal favourite is Pervert. Sort of a bluesy number:

I'm a pervert, I'm a pervert
I don't give a damn
I'll eat you for breakfast
I see through every sham
When your bones are bleached and broken
Maggots eat your flesh
Will you tell me that your life's been
A success?

I'm a pervert, I'm a pervert
I'm a blasphemer, and a ponce, too
Pleased to meet you, can I abuse you
At least once, yeah you?
Your religion, your religion, yeah your religion
It makes me wretch
I'll piss upon your altar
I won't show you any respect

I'm a pervert, I'm a pervert
I'd go down, I'd go down on the pope
I'd whip the holy mother
And then give her, give her a poke
I'm going down, I'm going down
I'm going down to hell
I might see some of you
Some of you there, as well.
 
Mainstream enough to be played on most rock stations, this was written for the singers mother, who was crippled by a stroke, but still continued to thank god for her blessings

Judith, by A Perfect Circle:



You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you
**** your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

Oh so many many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you
Pray to your Christ, to your god
Never taste of the fruit
Never stray, never break
Never---choke on a lie
Even though he's the one who did this to you
You never thought to question why

Not like you killed someone
It's Not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ
As if he knows the reasons why
He did it all for you
Did it all for you
He did it all for you..
 
In the Tom Waits song Heartattack & Vine there's a great line that goes "There ain't no devil, that's just God when he's drunk".
 
The Hand of the Almighty from John R. Butler (warning: gratuitous use of the f-word!):



Oh, sinner, do not stray
From the straight and narrow way
For the Lord is surely watching what you do
If you approach the Devil's den
Turn 'round don't enter in
Lest the hand of the almighty fall on you.

CHORUS:
He'll f*** you up (he'll f*** you up)
Yes, God will f*** you up
If you dare to disobey his stern command.
He'll f*** you up (he'll f*** you up)
Don't you know he'll f*** you up
So you better do some prayin' while you can.

VERSE 2
Long ago a man named Lot
Had a wife he thought was hot
But she could not stop her black and sinful ways.
You know it was her own damn fault
When God turned that bitch to salt.
That's the way he used to work back in those days:

CHORUS:
He f***ed 'em up (he f***ed 'em up)
He really f***ed 'em up
When the people went and turned their backs on him
He can f*** you up (he'll f*** you up)
No s*** he'll f*** you up
Just like he f***ed the people up back then.

VERSE 3
I used to have a friend named Ray
Who walked that evil way
He cursed and drank and broke his neighbor's fence
You know Ray was full aware
That some sheep were over there
And he knew them in the Biblical sense.

CHORUS:
God f***ed him up (he f***ed him up)
He went and f***ed Ray up
Went and paid him back for all his wicked sins.
He f***ed him up (he f***ed him up)
f***ed that boy completely up
Now he's married to a Presbyterian.
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