My heart dropped on Easter Sunday, watching(*)+ FOTUS (aka the old, mean Christian Supremacist Multi-Recidivist Con Traitor r--t Felon of the United States, who chose NOT to not put his hand on the Bible during his 2025 inauguration lol) guarantee Eternal Life to a gullible, largely uneducated bipartisan Nation, while shamelessly accusing his political opponent of nonsensical ethical crimes, is just as bad as it gets in the realm of my WORST nightmares... It's like a surreal prequel to Handmaiden's Tales featuring a super shite Snake Oil Charlatan, in a cheap cheetos Horror Movie Rated F for FuckR of Faith... So I made pink bunnies art and wrote that song: ”Why Trust an Old, Mean Religion?" (to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" :)

(*) FYI, I did not have a choice but(t) to watch because, while I have not had a TV in decades, and do not follow #POTUS aka #FOTUS, his post was showing #1 on all my 3 main instagram accounts, even after multiple feed reloads, sigh!) #truestory

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@bananasutra #lyrics with #aivoice on #sunomusic


[Chorus] 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
'Cause it shames me every day, 
Tells me I'm a fool to stray,

 But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try... 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
No, no, no... Hey, hey, hey! 
What can I say?

[Verse 1] 
When the preacher’s on the stage, 
Spittin’ fire, rattlin’ rage, 
He says the end is comin' soon, 
Better kneel before your doom.

But I don’t feel any grace, 
Just more fear I gotta face. 
I ask why, but he says, “No, 
You’re too lost to ever know!”

 [Chorus] 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
'Cause it binds me up in chains, 
Says my joy is born of pain.

But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try... 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
No, no, no... Hey, hey, hey! 
What can I say?

[Verse 2] 
When I read their sacred book, 
And I take a deeper look, 
All I see are ancient rules 
Used to justify some fools.

It don’t make me kind or free, 
Just makes guilt my destiny. 
So I ask, "Is this divine?" 
But they tell me, “Don't you whine!”

 [Chorus] 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
When it tells me not to dance, 
Or to take a second chance?

But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try... 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
No, no, no... Hey, hey, hey! 
What can I say?

[Bridge] 
It says life’s a heavy cost, 
You're born guilty, you are lost. 
But my heart just can't agree, 
Love is kind, and love is free!

[Final Chorus] 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
'Cause it tells me not to dream, 
Says the world’s just as it seems.

But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try... 
Why trust an old, mean religion? 
No, no, no... Hey, hey, hey! 
What can I say?

[Outro] No trust, no faith... 
In that old, mean way. 
I’ll find my truth... 
And my soul will stay. 



[03] Why Trust an Old Mean Religion (Hide your pets) Folk BANJO

I wish good for everyone 
I always say I don’t care 
I lock my empathy because 
To remember I can’t even bare


Hand me down 
I predict 
Tell me what you found
I hope you’re proud 
What’s the verdict 
Look at me now
Can’t face what I did
I have to admit
I felt somehow 
I should’ve never 
opened the lid
Now it’s all out


Just trust your gut 
And it’s calling out
You have to run away 
It doesn’t matter how
I feel so stuck to my present 
I’m living now
It’s quiet having
No one around 
I can’t complain I mean after all
I could be stuck somewhere 
Behind the walls 
Mixed emotions i don’t feel ok
But it’s my fault that I tried to play


Hand me down 
I predict 
Tell me what you found
I hope you’re proud 
What’s the verdict 
Look at me now
Can’t face what I did
I have to admit
I felt somehow 
I should’ve never 
opened the lid
Now it’s all out


I feel better after my experience 
I realize I was delirious 
So delusional it couldn’t make sense
But I’m missing a piece of me 
And I wonder if she’ll ever return it eventually 
I maybe be better now mentally 
But that doesn’t mean I’m fully
Fixed from all the cuts and bruises 
The plane has made it to the landing finally 
But there was no one around waiting on me
Why do I keep on saying the wrong things 
You kept on giving me warnings 


Hand me down 
I predict 
Tell me what you found
I hope you’re proud 
What’s the verdict 
Look at me now
Can’t face what I did
I have to admit
I felt somehow 
I should’ve never 
opened the lid
Now it’s all out

Más y Más (feat. Ricky Martin)

Robi Draco Rosa

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