This song came to me while I was driving home from prison. This is a song I overheard from a dweller on my deserted island.
It is alternative country (VERY alternative country).
Job’s Drinkin’ Song
©Dwight Wayne Van Winkle, Seattle, WA, USA Sunday, May 06, 2007
Know you don’t approve of my drinkin’
But you’ll hate what I’ve been a thinkin’
I can say without fear of contradiction
I feel really bad about your crucifixion
Chorus:
Why do some babies die?
Why do some Mama’s cry?
Why don’t you give a fuck?
Is it just a matter of luck?
Why’d you have to die so fast?
Just wish your pain would last.
Times too short to die for your sins;
Its over before real suffering begins.
Who’s responsible for this universe?
Jesus Christ isn’t it you of course.
They say you made the world with a word?
Explains why faith in you is the unflushable turd.
Since you have made us lower than whale shit;
Why’d you demand we make the pieces fit?
On a good day we hope maybe you care.
On a bad day we know you just ain’t there.
Tell me, do you love to watch the violence?
I listen but I’m deafened by your silence.
I’m never again gonna’ bow my knees.
I know free will don’t explain disease.
Don’t expect to hear from me no more.
Now I know you’re as faithful as a whore.
I’ll never trouble you with another prayer.
Now I know that you just don’t care.
It is alternative country (VERY alternative country).
Job’s Drinkin’ Song
©Dwight Wayne Van Winkle, Seattle, WA, USA Sunday, May 06, 2007
Know you don’t approve of my drinkin’
But you’ll hate what I’ve been a thinkin’
I can say without fear of contradiction
I feel really bad about your crucifixion
Chorus:
Why do some babies die?
Why do some Mama’s cry?
Why don’t you give a fuck?
Is it just a matter of luck?
Why’d you have to die so fast?
Just wish your pain would last.
Times too short to die for your sins;
Its over before real suffering begins.
Who’s responsible for this universe?
Jesus Christ isn’t it you of course.
They say you made the world with a word?
Explains why faith in you is the unflushable turd.
Since you have made us lower than whale shit;
Why’d you demand we make the pieces fit?
On a good day we hope maybe you care.
On a bad day we know you just ain’t there.
Tell me, do you love to watch the violence?
I listen but I’m deafened by your silence.
I’m never again gonna’ bow my knees.
I know free will don’t explain disease.
Don’t expect to hear from me no more.
Now I know you’re as faithful as a whore.
I’ll never trouble you with another prayer.
Now I know that you just don’t care.
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