"Bible Rain"  Parental Advisory genre: Satire
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	In a way, this song was inspired by The Seds' cult classic "Old Man Campo Santo". After getting tired of fielding questions as to the meaning of the lyrics of OMCS, Pink decided to tackle the same subject matter without all the linguistic cryptology. During live shows, the band actually segues from Bible Rain into OMCS for a potent anti-missionary position!
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	Story Behind the Song When we released "Old Man Campo Santo" on the Blasphemous Music EP cassette years ago, people would always ask what the lyrics were. When we re-issued it last year on the "Capitalism, Inc. 1998" CD with printed lyrics, people were even more confused. This is an attempt to write a song about the same subject, only in a more lucid manner. Both songs are about Xtian missionaries--or, as Pink likes to call them, "Culture Killers"--and both are inspired by our good friend and former Sediments contributor Thomas Long. Tom has been a freelance reporter in Central America since the "good old" cold war days, and during his first visit back home in '87 Pink and Tom had a particularly intense series of conversations concerning this very topic. Tony is heavily featured on the percussion breaks.. Lyrics Some folks sure can talk a lot But they never seem to say a word Everything gets out but stuff comin in Well, it never gets heard Mindless racist robots spoutin all their rancid hate Masticating feces as reason evaporates It must be a relief Blamin all your faults on somebody else Cast the blame out elsewhere, never focus on yourself Rail against the media, the rappers and the queers Vote for Pat Buchanan to legislate your fears I guess if everyone were just like you, youd find you hadnt a thing to do...without a clue in your own Xanadu, Kick back with your cuckoo friends, maybe have a BBQ... Until then, every Sunday morning jesus comes to life The faithful park their mini-vans And bleat with all their might For a few blissful hours They pretend that theyre alright The pious snarling xenophobes so American, so white And after the sermon the ushers pass the plate The preacher implores the flock to carefully contemplate The needs of their missionaries spreading the word abroad So many cultures to destroy in the name of our lord god But all that money goes right down the drain Rather than using it for something sane They buy a million bibles and a cargo plane Ship em off to foreign lands And drop em on the Heathens heads BIBLE RAIN!!! Somewhere in Africa a guy pulls himself out of bed Goes to take a leak And he gets whacked on top of the head With a couple o Gideons bibles And even though they hurt quite a bit They might come in handy If he has to take a big old Goliath-sized shit... (De plane, boss, de plane!!!)

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