Mediocre post-exam lyrics.

[Something Fast]

God's house is a trailer
Rusting on brick post wheels.
Jesus Christ was a failure,
Caught making shoddy deals.
Got nailed to wooden planks,
Found out he was forgotten.
7 AM Sunday morning
Giving our alcoholic thanks.
8 AM Sunday Morning
The wood of the cross was rotten.

Singing songs in Satan's name,
A white trash gospel choir.
Teach me how to play that game,
Teach me how to be liar.
Beer and pizza - body and blood.
The supermarket Eucharist
9 AM Sunday morning
Speaking tongues in the mud.
10 AM Sunday morning
And we're already pissed.

A ranting abrasive redneck hick
In expensive vestments.
A TV reader arrogant prick
Expressing similar sentiments.
A radio talk show host
Hides his feelings well.
11 AM Sunday morning
Father the son and holy ghost
12 PM Sunday Morning
The whole wide world's gone to hell.

Uh, yeah I haven't had much sleep in the last few nights, and I've had exams. This was a good (or woefully bad) way of venting tiredness and general exam frustration. If I didn't have more exams I'd :weed: or at the very least :banana: So as I can't do any of those, I'll inflict those lyrics on you.
And for no real reason... :greenman:

[Aardvark]

Post exam would be one of those moody, drawn out instrumentals that leave you feeling disturbed, but relaxed

[Timformation]

Not bad. I like it - has a kind of Dr. Seuss/Leonard Cohen hybrid feel (I haven't had much sleep lately either!) :)