Knockin' at Your (Beastie's) Back Door
Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 1:55 am
Knockin' at Your Back Door
Sweet Beastie was an exmo
I saw her down at Petco
Looking for a Pekinese
She said she was a scholar
Beyond my faith and grace
And scholars think just as they please
The Book of Mormon crazed her
The Book of Abraham enraged her
She said that God was dead you see
She likes linguistic battle
But sometimes prates and prattles
She left the Church and now she's free
She can't deny it
Her testimony has flown
She left the Church
But can't leave it alone
Feel the Spirit...
It whispers to your soul
You know its no good running
You needn't take the fall
The gates of Heaven open
And even scholars can't ignore
The key is turning
Truth is knockin' at your back door
Sweet Beastie was so feisty
Her piercing eyes were icy
She was acting apoplecticly
The sacred things she toyed with
In her tangled skien
She spun so energetically
So I sold her name at interest
To an SCMC hit list
Masters of conformity
And now she talks more gently
And walks more circumspectly
Aware of the enormity
She can't deny it
Her testimony has flown
She left the Church
But can't leave it alone
Feel the Spirit...
It whispers to your soul
You know its no good running
You needn't take the fall
The gates of Heaven open
And even scholars can't ignore
The key is turning
Truth is knockin' at your back door
Sweet Beastie was an exmo
I saw her down at Petco
Looking for a Pekinese
She said she was a scholar
Beyond my faith and grace
And scholars think just as they please
The Book of Mormon crazed her
The Book of Abraham enraged her
She said that God was dead you see
She likes linguistic battle
But sometimes prates and prattles
She left the Church and now she's free
She can't deny it
Her testimony has flown
She left the Church
But can't leave it alone
Feel the Spirit...
It whispers to your soul
You know its no good running
You needn't take the fall
The gates of Heaven open
And even scholars can't ignore
The key is turning
Truth is knockin' at your back door
Sweet Beastie was so feisty
Her piercing eyes were icy
She was acting apoplecticly
The sacred things she toyed with
In her tangled skien
She spun so energetically
So I sold her name at interest
To an SCMC hit list
Masters of conformity
And now she talks more gently
And walks more circumspectly
Aware of the enormity
She can't deny it
Her testimony has flown
She left the Church
But can't leave it alone
Feel the Spirit...
It whispers to your soul
You know its no good running
You needn't take the fall
The gates of Heaven open
And even scholars can't ignore
The key is turning
Truth is knockin' at your back door