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He’s Cyrus in the evangelical brew Showing the Mad Cow Way Blasphemy still can pay When the Cow of the yard The cow bell bard Wraps his words in dung When referring to the Son Showing the Way of the Cross Depends on who’s the boss And who can twist and turn A perfect biblical burn Scripture up in smoke The saints under the yoke Cow’s out of body, now out of sorts Crossing land, discovering ports Passing through ether, speaking in tongues Filling the tabernacle with air from his lungs Finding a planet, a star he can own Celestial music, proper in tone Angels surround him, devils away Exactly the time for a Mad Cow play God’s in the barn yard and in the stall Welcome to this meaty ball This is my body, Cow says with glee Surrender, give in and eat some of me. |
| Mad Cow lies on his back He also lies in the sack He looks at the world in his flanks Meaty, lumpy and rank He sees his herd in his dreams A mirror makes him beam His nose will discover a plot Before fall apples rot He can read mere cow minds The nectar on top of fine wines He knows what’s held in your heart The horse is before the cart He speaks in tongues to the few |