tension.
You’ve traveled straight and learned from your spiritual searches
You’ve pledged your allegiance to a forgiving Jesus
But in time of need
You loot his churches
There is something you sometimes enjoy and occasionally believe in
So you buy a t-shirt to support the cause
To gain applause
But subconsciously hope the other side wins
The tension is ripe for revolution
There’s a fine line between a man’s faith
And a man’s white lies
And there’s the faintest trace
Of a salty taste
In my red wine
They’ve made you sick and tired
And you’ve finally accepted this as fact
When you get jerked and wired
And demand your money back
So you enlist the armed forces
And they make you count the dead
And there are so many that each new body is like
Chinese water torture
A new drop of water dripping down your forehead
The tension is ripe...
You’ve had enough of everything
And walk a thousand miles to your hometown
Where you’re welcomed with a new uniform
As a hero, as a circus clown
And everyone asks how you managed to stay alive over there
And you reply that every night just before you went to bed
You said the Lord’s Prayer
And you feel close to Rasputin
Whose code of ethics you share
The temple walls you once pissed on
Are now in your care
The tension is ripe...