Sometimes the truths keep coming Humming Through loose lips Sinking ships Like icebergs Under my Titanic
And as the ship takes on water I try harder And harder To be the martyr And keep the tottering beast From grip of the magna mater The water
But I think it’s clear That this ships going down And no survivors will be found Unless you get off now
Get off now!
Abandon ship And disavow Your sacred cow The golden calf You built on behalf Of an angry God In hope’s he’d be awed In hopes he’d applaud
Your unshod feet
And the way you beat yourself up Over every defeat As if the bleating hearts Of enough slaughtered sheep Could delete Your rap sheet
But when the sins of the mothers Are written on your heart And the sins of the fathers Have been there from the start And when the black arts Of Sunday school flip charts Impart That you’ll always miss the mark
Well then damn the mark
And damn trying so hard To be anything other Than what you are Damn penance and supplication Damn guilt and frustration And damn fear of damnation
Let it go
Let the sea claim the ship Let it silently slip To its icy grave As fate may have it
For in the convergence of the twain It’s loss is your gain For you were always ordained...