With Extreme Prejudice

Some people make it a habit of not working on the sabbath
Waking up the next morning to pray
And whether it be a life revision, or a colour television
Thanking Jesus they'll receive it one day
Some people pull their optimism over their eyes
Just pretendin' that they know what to do
And I know I'm slightly rusty, girl, you're gonna have to trust me
Keep a realistic point of view

Well, scarcely, can I blame them? 'Cause it's hard enough to name them
But we see them everyday on TV, so take a walk with me
And understand whose in command and let it pan the left and the right
Sufficient tonight, omniscient, I might keep you in my sight
Don't let yourself slip
'Cause tossing in the dice starts with losing your grip
So, forsake your only baby, maybe, you can get away
Before the sun begins to pick up the dew
Woman, keep it in your vision, it's a hard enough decision
Keep a realistic point of view

If you're leavin' my sight
You had better open your eyes and take my hand
By the end of the night
If I should ever lay you down, lay you down

It's as simple as at monasteries, claspin' your hands
Livin' life a loading level prior to the promise land
So, my man, stop the waitin' and debatin' what's next
Perplexed and, yes, the entire situation's a mess
So progress, finesse, final insinuation, what's left?
And the best, I guess I missed it, wait, I lift it
The tide that drifts may not fix it
For fear of fierce fire fury fights for the wicks, kid

Triple six did the trick to shatter the brain
And sustain the painful knowledge that the future will bring
Yeah, but you know I say, "Fuck it, do what thou wilt"
Not opposed to all the choices that Iscariot felt
Consider this a warning, you'll envision by the morning
But it's better just to think it through
With your pupils dilated and your mind on what I stated
Keep a realistic point of view

Poor Jesus, Mother Mary, Heaven's closed today
Saint Peter, Saint Peter, turn my soul away
Mother Mary, Poor Jesus, let us try again
Holy Father, Spirit Within, send another son to us to die for our sins
Poor Jesus, Mother Mary, Heaven's closed today
Saint Peter, Saint Peter, turn my soul away
Mother Mary, Poor Jesus, let us try again
Holy Father, Spirit Within, send another son to us to die for our sins



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Writer(s): Benjamin Stuart Steele
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