Loathsome Idols - Brian Dewan

I was walking down the street, yeah, what do you think I see?

An unholy ceremony transpiring right in front of me

Prostrated there in worship before an idol made of stone

They worshipped graven images carved of wood and bone

It was blowing my mind, it was blowing my mind

I grabbed a piece of angle iron and smashed the idol made of stone

I burned the graven images carved of wood and bone

«This is an abomination,» I shouted to the throng

«You must not worship loathsome idols

Don’t you know that your idolatry is wrong?

Idolatry is wrong»

My son put up a poster of a rock 'n' roll star

He was sneering and surly, he was playing a guitar

«Who is this bum?»

I asked of him, «I do not like his kind»

He said, «He is my idol,» it was blowing my mind

It was blowing my mind

I tore down the poster and said, «This I cannot condone

I will not tolerate the worship of idols in my home

Idols in my home»

I went to the Museum of Natural History

To see the newly constructed Hall of Anthropology

I looked in the display case, inside it was enshrined

A loathsome golden idol, it was blowing my mind

It was blowing my mind

I smashed in the display case and crouched in the vitrine

And pushed the loathsome idol down the mezzanine

A museum guard approached me, his official badge unsheathed

He said, «That was a priceless artifact

I must ask you to leave»

I said, «I serve the Lord your God, by whom you are employed

My purpose is to topple loathsome idols

They must be destroyed»