General

A MIGHTY fortress is my self,

A bulwark never failing;

My walls are proof against the stealth

Of others’ weeping and wailing:

For still the weak and poor

Are pounding on my door;

They whine about their need

And, armed with blame and greed,

Few are their sniv’ling equal.

2 Did I in someone else confide

My asking would mean losing;

Were not the right man on my side,

The man of my own choosing:

Dost ask who that may be?

Friend Harry, it is he;

Who taught me I am great

In spite of others’ hate,

And so I’ll win the battle.

3 And though this world, with madmen filled,

Is sure to try and make me;

I will not think, for Harry’s killed

My fear that hell will take me:

The prince of darkness grim

I know to be mere whim;

His fraud I can endure,

For Harry was so sure

That nothing matters ever.

4 His word above all foolish prayers

With me shall e’er abideth;

I’m free of righteous liars,

While Harry with me sideth:

Let gods and devils go,

Reason and thought also;

Fools can think their fill:

Harry’s Word is wisest still,

’Cause random is forever. So there.

O GOD, our help in ages past,

You died some time ago,

Or else you never ever wast,

It’s hard for us to know.

2 Under the shadow of thy wrath,

We lived and died in fear;

But now we’ve found another path,

So stick it in thy ear.

3 A thousand ages full of fright

Are mostly dead and gone;

What’s left is nuclear twilight

And night forever long.

4 O Harry, you told us the truth,

And you are now our lord;

You came to us a blameless youth,

And gave us the good Word.

5 We’ve learned that all the ages past

Prayed to mirrors and smoke;

This generation is the last,

But first to get the joke. So there.

ROCKS of cocaine, crushed for me,

Let me wash my mind in thee;

Let the mirror and the lines,

Show the way to ace these times,

Dose my thoughts, and make them cower,

Free me from their guilt and power.

2 Should my mind forever blow,

Should my brain no reason know,

That would be completely fine,

Better than some holy sign.

In my hand the price I bring;

Give me coke, make my head sing.

3 While I take this fleeting snort,

While the snow drifts round my heart,

While I shiver to my toes,

And inhale thee in my nose,

Rocks of cocaine, crushed for me,

Let me wash my mind in thee. So there.

ONWARD, Christian soldiers,

Marching off to war,

Utterly self-righteous

Like you’ve been before!

Christ, we’re tired of preachers,

Pelting us with woe;

Forward into battle,

Glad to see you go.

2 When you wave your Bibles,

Thinkers start to flee;

On then, Christian soldiers,

On to victory!

Bleeding hearts recover

When you rant and rave;

Brothers, lift your voices,

Loud your sermons raise.

3 Like a mighty cannon,

Moves the bowel of God;

Brothers, you are treading

Where many sheep have trod;

Here’s fresh ammunition,

Underneath your knee,

Full of truth and doctrine,

Full of certainty.

So there.

HARRY, Harry, Harry, So High and Mighty!

Early in the evening our song shall fly to thee:

Harry, Harry, Harry, fanciful and flighty,

Author of our Way, and our Trinity.

2 Harry, Harry, Harry, all thy friends adore thee,

Casting down their golden coins to snort a line or three;

Silver Ghosts and Silver Clouds driving all around thee,

Who were, and are, and ever rich shall be.

3 Harry, Harry, Harry! though Brazilians hide thee,

Though the eye of Chosen Ones thy glory may not see,

Only thou art Harry; there is none beside thee,

Perfect in power, in fame, and majesty.

4 Harry, Harry, Harry, So High and Mighty!

All thy friends shall praise thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea;

Harry, Harry, Harry! fanciful and flighty,

Author of our Way, and our Trinity. So there.