Controlled Lyrics & Chords By Tombstone Da Deadman

[Dr. Manhattan, from Watchmen]
I am tired of earth--these people--I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lies.

The world's smartest man poses no more threat to me than does its smartest termite.

[Tombstone Da Deadman]
(Yeah)
Man, I'm really getting tired of all this foolishness and ignorant philosophy
So many coming down it's like a massive weight on top of me
Tired of politicians with duplicitous agendas,
pay our taxes to these bastards while they laugh at the adventure

The preacher got redemption for sale,
But yo, instead of something solid all we get is mythological tales
And some shit that not impressive on a logical level
If you look inside their mind their brain the size of a pebble.

Sing your sermon Mr. Preacher Man you're wasting your breath;
I'm trying to celebrate my life while you're embracing your death.
Your little act is ineffectual, you anti-intellectual,
Bashing all the gays and you a closet homosexual.

Just a con artist in the snake-oil biz,
the congregation's going broke just to support how you live.
If god was real he would have put you to death
long before you had the chance to even utter a breath.

You don't even know if you possess a soul
You're only going by the shit that you been told
You think that when you die that there's a city of gold
But that's some bullshit they teach to keep you mind in control

You don't even know if you possess a soul
You're only going by the shit that you been told
You think that when you die that there's a city of gold
But that's some bullshit they teach to keep you mind in control

There's been about a million gods and goddesses but they don't last
Because evidence is logical and put a foot in their ass
And your god is just the latest of a lame idea
That'll wind up on the pile of other gods that we feared

There's too many deceptions and based on perception
that way too many years we be stressing and begging for blessings
Show me your heaven, nobody yet to prove it
Man you got one life to live - you better use or lose it

See I find it kind of funny how the ministers they use the same tactics
politicians use to keep us all going backwards:
Politicians lie to us while grabbing all the taxes,
Ministers sell us dreams collecting all the cash up

The same hustle they just wearing different uniforms
Believe in that? I'd rather pray to pink unicorns
It's hard to navigate by running through this shit-storm
But there's no excuse to act like you were never warned

You don't even know if you possess a soul
You're only going by the shit that you been told
You think that when you die that there's a city of gold
But that's some bullshit they teach to keep you mind in control

You don't even know if you possess a soul
You're only going by the shit that you been told
You think that when you die that there's a city of gold
But that's some bullshit they teach to keep you mind in control

[Harry Heck, from The Punisher]
You like that song? I wrote that for you. I'm gonna sing it at your funeral