I'm bored in school and I don't have anything to read so this is probably really retarded but I'm posting it anyway because I honestly don't give a s
hit. This song is ridiculous and I love it and whenever I hear it I feel Amish.
TUMOR interprets The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
I watched God mastarbate I guess.
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
God doesn't like poor people or old people. So he steps on them.
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on. [/I]
"I AM SPAARTAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then the chorous comes and it repeats over and over again. You could substitute glory glory hallelujah for anything, really. It doesn't matter.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
Join the army. See the world (and deities).
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
If you stay up all night making monuments then you fu
ck up basic grammar.
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
Literacy is a plus but religeon and war are more important. Or something. I forget.
His day is marching on.
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
Really really wanna zigazig ha
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
You can't read but you can weld.
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
But what if your enemy is of the same religeon you are?
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Call Planned Parenthood, then PETA.
Since God is marching on."
Don't Stop, Make it pop
DJ blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sun light
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Whoa whoa oho
Whoa whoa oho
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
Yes he was. A perfect blonde, white, 6 pound, 8 inch lil' baby Jesus shined as a becon of hope in the land of the towel heads, the pagans, and the brown.
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
And he had really great tits. Let me tell ya.
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Partyin', partyin, (yeah)
Partyin', partyin, (yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
Mmm. Jesus j
izz.
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
God>philosophy
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
God>physics
Our God is marching on.
Why you coming home five in the mone
Somethings going on can I smell yo dick?
Don't play me like a fool cause dat ain't cool
So what you need to do is let me smell yo dick