The Great White Exmo
Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 9:38 pm
The Great White Exmo
Now listen everybody,
To what I got to say,
There's hope for Apostates,
At least that's what they say.
Well the Internet's the place,
For the slander and the swill,
The antis and the exmos,
The faith of all to kill.
The exmos need a place,
To satiate their thirst,
They always take their pound of flesh, baby,
They love to do their worst.
Yeah, the Beastie cried,
But then came our Mr. Scratch,
With his high and empty head,
He couldn't see past his bitterness.
And from the one true Church he fled,
It was sad...It was sad.
Oh yeah...yes indeed.
Oh yes.
They read books by Brent Lee Metcalf, baby,
They read Dialog and sigh,
See, the exmos and the antis,
Are the one's we call the "brights".
The Brights, they need to think,
They're smart and very wry,
They take the pound they need, baby,
But deep inside they cry. yeah.
And now comes the great one,
With his deep and hidden needs,
He can't see past his bitterness,
And he's obsessed with DCP.
All of this is SO sad.
Then I looked above the squalid fens
And strong faith did I see,
I think that FARMS is comin' around to defend the faith, baby,
I think...I think they're comin' around wth the SCMC.
Boys...
I said, above the squalid fens,
And anti-Mormon wails,
The Brethren spoke the truth, baby,
NOW LET'S WATCH,
THE EXMOS CHASE THEY'RE TAILS
LOOK OUT!!!! LOOK OUT!!!!!!!
Well, Scratch rallied all the troops,
And led them to Salt Lake
He's the Great White Exmo
And a final stand he'lll make.
The Great White Exmo
Comin' around to sneer at BKP
Well, look out here he comes.
The Great White Exmo, baby.
All his degrees in tow,
Look out, here he comes,
His credibility's low.
Blighting everything in sight.
Yeah,yeah,yeah.....
Now listen everybody,
To what I got to say,
There's hope for Apostates,
At least that's what they say.
Well the Internet's the place,
For the slander and the swill,
The antis and the exmos,
The faith of all to kill.
The exmos need a place,
To satiate their thirst,
They always take their pound of flesh, baby,
They love to do their worst.
Yeah, the Beastie cried,
But then came our Mr. Scratch,
With his high and empty head,
He couldn't see past his bitterness.
And from the one true Church he fled,
It was sad...It was sad.
Oh yeah...yes indeed.
Oh yes.
They read books by Brent Lee Metcalf, baby,
They read Dialog and sigh,
See, the exmos and the antis,
Are the one's we call the "brights".
The Brights, they need to think,
They're smart and very wry,
They take the pound they need, baby,
But deep inside they cry. yeah.
And now comes the great one,
With his deep and hidden needs,
He can't see past his bitterness,
And he's obsessed with DCP.
All of this is SO sad.
Then I looked above the squalid fens
And strong faith did I see,
I think that FARMS is comin' around to defend the faith, baby,
I think...I think they're comin' around wth the SCMC.
Boys...
I said, above the squalid fens,
And anti-Mormon wails,
The Brethren spoke the truth, baby,
NOW LET'S WATCH,
THE EXMOS CHASE THEY'RE TAILS
LOOK OUT!!!! LOOK OUT!!!!!!!
Well, Scratch rallied all the troops,
And led them to Salt Lake
He's the Great White Exmo
And a final stand he'lll make.
The Great White Exmo
Comin' around to sneer at BKP
Well, look out here he comes.
The Great White Exmo, baby.
All his degrees in tow,
Look out, here he comes,
His credibility's low.
Blighting everything in sight.
Yeah,yeah,yeah.....