Welcome down to Swaggart Land, you know, I love you so
But if you take a faggot's hand, you know where you can go
Even though I've sown seeds of my own, yeah
And deeds done in the dark now are well known
They call me the Bakker man, I knead (need?) more & more dough
Like Alice in her Wonderland, I know that it'll grow
Into a roll so cold a little leaven, yeah
Will cover the taste of the old green mold!
People send your money now, or else Oral will go
Just put it on your Mastercard, you know the mail is too slow
If the deadline holds, the Lord will take me home
Where I won't grow old, and where I'll surely hold
Much of Heaven's gold, and I won't need to sell my soul!
Somber, beautiful string meditations abound on the debut album by Oxford cellist and composer Lou Lyne and her ensemble. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2024