El Ron

What's up with these mass religions
Aren't they all the same
It seems like such a cop out
To pass the blame
You say your right
FUCK YOU I say your wrong
I'm sure we'll meet in hell
When we're both gone
It's to easy to worship
Your god Ron.

In Space you'll find Xenu
In Bethlehem you'll find the Jews
I think they'rer one the same
It seems they're always
Preaching what is wrong
They're always preaching what is right
They're preaching from a book that's written
With a 1950's copyright.

Caution all you little children
El Ron out tonight
Exploiting all his sins
Run for the light
While John Travolta takes offense
And Tom Cruise sells his soul
They sit back relax
El Ron takes control.

The things he claimed he knew
The ships he reined and maned his crew
He proved he was insane.

We all learned his truth
His science fiction blew
Before it burned into your brain.

In Space you'll find Xenu
In Bethlehem you'll find the Jews
I think they'er one the same
It seems they're always
Preaching what is wrong
They're always preaching what is right
They're preaching from a book that's written
With a 1950's copyright.

We're all glad he's gone
Lose those bullshit lies, they're wrong
A stroke couldn't strike him fast enough
El Ron burns alone
While hiding in a blue bird motor home
Jerk off, relax, cuz El Ron Went Home.