© pagan wanderer lu 2007
Tree of Knowledge
Popplewell, Tillotson, Leverhulme, Gandalf
Teacher! Teacher! Spray the foam on the…
The Tree of Knowledge grows from barren ground here
Thick, strong planks in the walls of a boys’ club
My school reunion is not gonna happen
Pray yourself to the top of the ladder
These are the best days of our lives…
Five Prayers
Lord I can't help thinking you don't exist
I'm not asking you to jump
Just five simple prayers
Five coincidences I can't explain away
Why must the sun in the sky just go over my head?
All lyrics written by Andy Regan
The Tree of Knowledge
Spray the foam on the boy’s pectoral
The apples fall from the trees in the distance
Read the names on the corridors of power
Engorged phalluses with rich parents
Our education there is none finer
The hierarchy of sin is implicit
Heaven forfend you go near a vagina
The Tree of Knowledge can fuck my apples
I took a bite now I can’t stay happy
The Tree of Knowledge can fuck my apples
Only the chosen return to the garden
Make racist jokes until the asian kids join in
Christians like you are why God invented lions
Well you ruined mine
and if that's really true Lord
what kind of life is this?
If I thought I'd find you Lord I'd search
I'd leave no stone unturned
But that don't sound too easy
I know what I'd prefer
through hoops for me
I won't ask you to make me rich
beyond my wildest dreams...
to show me that you're there
Five simple prayers
to show me that you're there
Five simple prayers
that'd be enough for me, Lord
Five simple prayers
what's the statistical likelihood of being wrong?
If I asked overtly
If I spell it out and pray
The space behind my eyes feels filled
with things I can't explain
I'd rather know you now than wait
for the celestial plain
Why must I sleep when I'm alive?
Why must I learn when I'm dead?
©2007