Diatribe (From the album “Cadillacs & Tarantulas”)

Troopers moving in for a counter attack
while the counterculture pivots on a pizza snack
Sex is counterpoint for the placebo effect
and the Council passed a law to keep Trolls in check

They have trodden, they are triste, with a pitchfork they are pushed into the pit
They are Trojans in their horse
The double-talk and diatribe is getting worse, it’s plagiarized fact
You can count on that.

Buddhist monk go ahead and chant a chunk
Clench the life that binds to you, let me know your funk
Wisdom gray matter turns to grissly brown
Like tooth decay in this busy town

Preconceived and petrified, crushed destroyed and pushed aside
Fog sounds purple – eyes taste red
Phallic flames feel delight, down the twisted road we run on tonight.
You can count on that.

Christian man take a stand, your egg roll’s getting cold
now don’t you know He never ate like that.
Underneath and in between the creatures in your head, what do they mean?
It’s a sign of death.

Lyrics, Music & Arrangement By:
© 1998 Jeremy J. dePrisco ASCAP


By jjdeprisco

Sonic explorer, sound artist, guitarist in Fricknadorable, software designer.