Loathsome Idols

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 and 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

They must be destroyed

They must be destroyed