| Now
I sit me down in school, |
| Where
praying is against the rule. |
| For
this great nation under God, |
| Finds
mention of Him very odd. |
|
| If
Scripture now the class recites, |
| It
violates the Bill of Rights. |
| And
anytime my head I bow, |
| Becomes
a Federal matter now. |
|
| Our
hair can be purple, orange or green, |
| That's
no offense; it's a freedom scene. |
| The
law is specific, the law is precise, |
| Prayers
spoken aloud are a serious vice. |
|
| For
praying in a public hall, |
| Might
offend someone with no faith at all. |
| In
silence alone we must meditate, |
| God's
name is prohibited by the state. |
|
| We're
allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, |
| And
pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. |
| They've
outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible, |
| To
quote the Good Book makes me libel. |
|
| We
can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, |
| And
the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King. |
| It's
"inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, |
| We're
taught that such "judgments" do not belong. |
|
| We
can get our condoms and birth controls, |
| Study
witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. |
| But
the Ten Commandments are not allowed, |
| No
word of God must reach this crowd. |
|
| It's
scary here I must confess, |
| When
chaos reigns the school's a mess. |
| So,
Lord, this silent plea I make: |
| Should
I be shot; My soul please take! Amen . |