Forged

[Verse One: Josh Martinez]
You know I've made things with clay and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles, hands covered in blood
I've coveted much and been subjected to flood
I've been forged in fire and rejected as a dud
We need to charge up the light brigade and sack the old city
I'm too young to be adjusted, [?] of the self pity
Everybody gets down, I'm sunken feels shitty
Decisions may regret and get vetoed by committee
I've sworn off milk and tofu, I eat meat and potatoes
And I'm into anarchism, feminism and landscaping
[?] is a system and a times a wasting
Just picking up the pieces and sticking up for feces
I don't always wanna get shit on, shower and shave
And find out fast, the last thing I am is brave
You killed a lot of time watching cable lately
The art of conversation interferes with Cheers
You can't make him/me make anyone do anything what they don't wanna
When apathy is in the medium as marijuana
Each one, teach one but never trust a preacher
The pope smokes dope so reach for the reefer
Why does every channel serve up a different sermon?
I know I prefer my pulpit in the sewer with the vermin

[Verse Two: mcenroe]
I once went to church now I choose the Godfather on DVD trilogy
As the source of my divinity
And pass by the pope and look to a Coppala
To cope with the end of the rope type things
I bring a critical view to the pew
Cause too much starts up as fiction like The Taming Of The Shrew
And then gets misconstrued
So I snuck out of midnight mass at the risk of being rude
Because the words were nonsense the pacing unbearable
So I don't drive on Sunday cause the traffic is terrible
I've got, plenty of confidence I don't need a leader
If you wonder what I worship at it's at the movie theater
Admiring the off color humor of the Coen Brothers
Loving Hitchcock, Scorsese, Kubrick and many others
My devotion is deep like Michael's disappointment in Fredo
And my mind's manipulated like Play-do
But not by a pastor or minister, I'm manipulate the fast forward
As a method of confession, addressing
The sins of past years
Attempting to cleanse like an invention of Louis Pasteurs

[John Martinez]
You know I've made things with clay and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles, hands covered in blood
I've coveted much and been subjected to flood
I've been forged in fire and rejected as a dud