CARLOS, I HAVE
THE WILD
JONES
(eerie)
The passage I liked the best was the one sung by the
gay priest; the one chasing the boys afterward down
that holy primrose path. That shit makes me sick, and
I once was there. You can puke-proof the attic stairway,
but never the private billiard room with the two beds
and
a lamp where the brothers and priests used to send
those selected young boys. Don't tell me. I know.
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I was there. The only extent of that crap religion
is the extent to which it rots the brain. Every one of
those stupid dogma systems - Jew, Catholic, and
all
the rest - they amount already to buckets of
sin
before the party gets started. Oh you don't know
the shape I'm in.
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Before I was a killer, I was a calm, young boy.
I stayed home when other kids went out to play.
I stayed home, just thinking of
you.
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