Bo Burnham — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson RANT
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Paroles
All the seats at the Sunday masses
Filled with the masses' massive asses
Classes pass as fast as molasses
Ceremonial reading glasses
Read a little bit of Leviticus
All the kids are a little too little for this
All the parents nod in agreement
«I think I can vaguely see what He meant.»
It’s too early in the morning, glory
To read another allegory story
The father reads a little bit farther
Assuring the assured that they need not bother
«When God, in verse 45
Said that slaves are okay to buy
He meant that people all from the start
Each have 'slaves' within their hearts:
Things that we have sold or boughten
That are forced to pick our moral cotton
God calls us to set these free
Free our hearts from slavery
And then as God goes on to explain
The logistics of buying and selling slaves
Uh… he…the bible’s sorta like… uhhh…there's like… typos»
In the back, I sit and I nod
To the beats that are bumping from my iPod
My God, they’re starting to pray
And over the music I can hear them say
«Dear God, dear Lord, dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword
Dear good, all-seeing being
'My way or the highway' Yahweh
The blue-balled anti-masturbator
The great all-loving faggot-hater
I’d like to thank your holy might
For making me both rich and white
And though this is your day of rest
I come to you with one request:
There’s so much pain beyond this steeple
Wars and drugs and homeless people
Sadness where there should be joy
Hate and rape and Soulja Boy
A world in darkness needs your light
So I’m sure your schedule’s pretty tight
But my dog just had surgery
If you could fix that first?
JESUS!»
Debra Messing’s finger’s in a holy place
Hail Mary full of Grace
Obama, could you pass some hope to the Pope?
I know a couple dudes who wanna elope
See the church said nope so the bros can’t cope
The bros can grope but the bros can’t cope
They’ve been in love and they’ve been addicted
Who said they shouldn’t? Benedict did
'Cause in the holy land of the Lord
He’s the holy landlord
And dicks are evicted
'Cause you can be a Benedict
If you’ve been a dick under Benedict
But you can’t have Benedicts
Because there’s only one pope
With only one dick, what?
What? Yeah, a dick on a pope is
Just like a soap on a rope
'Cause it’s pointless, unless in prison
Throw up your bibles, Christ has risen
Hallelujah, now it’s raining men
Because the gender ratio is 1 to 10
Winos at the Eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation
Jesus wasn’t the Messiah
Get back, I’m a heretic and I’m on fire
It was Oedipus, those holy nights
The holy motherfucking Christ
I’m a blasphemah
Post-Katrina, cruising the marina
On a crusade to cruise aids
And blast FEMA
You’re too late, we’re fucked we don’t need ya
Amen, in the name of the father, son and holy ghost
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Turn up your nose, strike that pose
Hey macarena!
Traduction des paroles
Qui a dit qu'ils ne devraient pas? Benoît n'
Parce que dans la Terre sainte du Seigneur
Il est le saint propriétaire
Et les bites sont expulsés
Parce que tu peux être un Benedict
Si tu as été un con Sous Benedict
Mais vous ne pouvez pas avoir des Bénédicts
Car il n'y a qu'un pape
Avec une seule bite, quoi?
Comment? Ouais, une bite sur un pape est
Comme un savon sur une corde
Parce que c'est inutile, sauf en prison
Vomissez vos bibles, Christ est ressuscité
Alléluia, maintenant il pleut des hommes
Parce que le rapport entre les sexes est de 1 à 10
Winos à la station eucharistique, transgenre-corroboration
Jésus n'était pas le Messie
Reculez, je suis un hérétique et je suis en feu
C'était Œdipe, ces nuits Saintes
La sainte putain de Christ
Je suis un blasphemah
Après Katrina, croisière sur la marina
Une croisade pour la croisière sida
Et le souffle de la FEMA
Tu arrives trop tard, on est baisés on n'a pas besoin de toi
Amen, au nom du père, du fils et du saint-esprit
Tête, épaules, genoux et orteils
Levez le nez, frappez cette pose
Hé macarena!