El Ron - Implants

What’s up with these mass religions

Aren’t they all the same

It seems like such a cop out

To pass the blame

You say your right

FUCK YOU I say your wrong

I’m sure we’ll meet in hell

When we’re both gone

It’s to easy to worship

Your god Ron

In Space you’ll find Xenu

In Bethlehem you’ll find the Jews

I think they’rer one the same

It seems they’re always

Preaching what is wrong

They’re always preaching what is right

They’re preaching from a book that’s written

With a 1950's copyright

Caution all you little children

El Ron out tonight

Exploiting all his sins

Run for the light

While John Travolta takes offense

And Tom Cruise sells his soul

They sit back relax

El Ron takes control

The things he claimed he knew

The ships he reined and maned his crew

He proved he was insane

We all learned his truth

His science fiction blew

Before it burned into your brain

In Space you’ll find Xenu

In Bethlehem you’ll find the Jews

I think they’er one the same

It seems they’re always

Preaching what is wrong

They’re always preaching what is right

They’re preaching from a book that’s written

With a 1950's copyright

We’re all glad he’s gone

Lose those bullshit lies, they’re wrong

A stroke couldn’t strike him fast enough

El Ron burns alone

While hiding in a blue bird motor home

Jerk off, relax, cuz El Ron Went Home