let me tell you a story bout a pirate of high seas
they'd been up to many a "crimes", and wanted
they met a preacher who they thought was haunted
he said they'd go to hell without hearing their pleas

he went on and on bout how the law is so right,
"god should have been your guide and your highest teacher,
should have got in line right away", said the preacher,
they just sighed at those words fading into the night

"whilst paradise could be oh real,
it would be nice, but here's the deal,
i don't want my precious days wasted,
god proof's not something i've tasted"

but he went on and on about their so called crime,
for their adventures they would throw them right to jail,
they thought "this situation is one i would bail,
when will i have enough of just standing in line"

he went on about god watching each of their moves,
and bout how we all should keep being pretenders
how we should stick to 2 strict biblical genders
that's when the pirate had enough, and broke the news

i never got any mild understanding,
folks never gave me my own Act of Grace,
but after a while i was so done with blending,
i wanted the world to see my real face

i even went as far as shaving my mask off
yet now you're here telling me how to behave
since authority's something you oh so crave,
what you deserve is to be rid of
your face

The Pirate and the Preacher

*3rd Place at Fedivision 2024

[Verse]
I got clouds in my head and I’m feeling kinda dizzy. 
My eyes kinda hurt and my hair is all frizzy. 
This jacket smells bad and I stepped in something squishy. 
I’m feeling kinda hungry, so I gotta get busy.

[Verse]
Walking to the beat and everything is gritty. 
Boarded up houses but the gardens look pretty. 
Get with the crew and we start to get giddy. 
We’re drawn down the street by the promise of the city.

[Chorus]
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.

[Verse]
You can see the meat hanging out to dry. 
They think they’re safe and believe that lie. 
But behind their walls they start to cry. 
They see us coming and we won’t die. 

[Verse]
We are the hoard and we grow every day. 
Trying to make it in a world decayed. 
We can’t talk. Got nothing to say,
Paying the price that we all have to pay. 

[Chorus]
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession. 
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression. 
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession. 
I think it’s safe to say, 
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies,
Go to heaven.

Written, composed, and performed by Jon O'Hare

The Pirate and the Preacher

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