Festering Gospels and Costume Jewelry are easily found in off-kilter curio stores in the scenic South Side.
Open source and free. Lyrics and guitar below.
I’ve had enough of you false prophecy
With your festering gospels and costume jewelry
Your incest and your nonchalance
Your commercialized pragmatic finger-pointing Idealism
That thing, it’s not my style
You don’t have a name for it yet
and I don’t see why you need one
Your carry ons and broken watches
Your jingoised suburban block parties
That thing, it’s not my style
This is a serious rock machine
This is the real deal
This is a serious rock machine
This is the real deal
I don’t know anything yet, but I know how to feel
A penalty for all your casual evenings
Rip off your robes, rip off your tie
Rip off your workers and rip off your scissors
Tell the ignorant about your white rat lie
That thing, that thing, is not my style
This is a what you don’t have a name for
This is the thing
You don’t have a name for
This is the thing
I don’t know anything, but I know everything
Drop-D 12-Bar blues, played in the key of G, and play some wrong notes in the guitar part at the middle.