Let's Go Back to Renaissance, We're Not Sinners There

Come back old philosophies,

We'll enter the realm of material things,

forsake the guilt instilled

by papist sinners in white robes

wound too tight for comfort,

too close for sinful flesh.

Let's go back to Reformation,

out with the pubic leader,

trim the hedges and a plant a bomb, a

new wave of change.

The lumberjack can take a whack

at the terrorist if she'd like

but the old man's got a foot in grave,

the other has ears of nations.

We'll set a bomb a-light, and

rock these Christian foundations.

Let's climb the mountain for the hell of it,

Mount base camps 1 through 3 and make the final score,

hit a Homer, take out the Virgil,

drive Petrarch to the Annals of time.

Fuck this life, clim the mountain,

admire it more than life itself.

I want to go back to Renaissance,

at least there, we're not sinners.