Robelujah

Now I’ve heard there was a secret Lord, 

Who’s disciples like to tug their cords,

But you tend to care more for maidens, don’t you?

They worship your soft maple lips, 

Your imposing shaft and your dangly bits. 

The loyal Robbists chant a Robelujah. 

Robelujah, Robelujah

Robelujah, Robelujah

The words you speak are the only truth,

While Nitin’s lies corrupt the youth, 

and his poison seeps and tries to overthrow ya.

But no fucks you gave, you didn’t care, 

your secret weapon was your prayer, 

And you smite him down with a simple Robelujah.

Robelujah, Robelujah

Robelujah, Robelujah

Well maybe you’re the God above,

With a glory barrel for your love, 

And they Don the robes to try and please you. 

There’s room at Church for lost souls tonight, 

To be guided by your holy light,

And anointed till they sigh a broken Robelujah.

Robelujah, Robelujah

Robelujah, Robelujah