Cult Song Copyright © 1989 Timothy J. Kunkle

If you don't hear a word I say
It doesn't matter any way
hear the guitar
I'll take you that far

I was walking down the street today
It seemed like it was yesterday
Day-dreaming along
Just singin' a song

I look people in the face
There seems some kind disgrace
Something is wrong
But don't get me wrong

I just wonder why I'm so serious
But some things in my life make me curious
My soul is a whole sack of religious
dogma eat dogma - it's so ridiculous

Well, I don't go to church 'cause
I don't like the words
But I like singin' Psalms
and ringin' church gongs

TV Preachers can laugh
'cause they're makin' all that cash
And they're askin' for more
from the poorest of poor

They say "Please give your share;
so we can stay on the air"
It's like selling drugs to your friends
to buy a Mercedes Benz

If you just wonder why I'm so serious
Some things in life make me curious
Their souls are a whole sack of religious
dogma eat dogma - it's ridiculous

Singing -
Nam Myoho Renga Kyo

Well, if you're like me
you're tired of TV
and social shit games
that fuck with your brains

So I try to be
as if I like being free
My soul strives for oneness
my body wants fun - yes

So, if you don't hear a word I say
It doesn't matter anyway
just hear the guitar
It'll take you that far
If you just wonder why I'm so curious
Some things in life make me serious
My soul is in search of some religious
dogma that helps me find oneness