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