Quit preaching God on our train © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "QUIT PLAYING GAMES (WITH MY HEART)" BY: BACKSTREET BOYS BONUS QUOTE: "Those of you who think you know everything are very annoying to those of us who do." UNKNOWN		This parody was written in response to a strange news-story about passengers singing showtunes as "retaliation" against self-appointed loud voice evangelists in the subway of New York. In our subway sleep, we hear You are coming through so clear Sheep within our reach, we nod Quite loud is your view on God Some chimes like that they should Be a crime, appropriate at times like these No, we wish we could Throw you, far out… Quit preaching God on our train! (Quit preaching God on our train!) On our train (Abhorred you bare what´s impart!) You´re insane! (Quit preaching God on our train!) Kindly we beg you´ll depart (You´re so non grata, in vain) You´re insane! (You´re coming through as inane) That´s plain! (Quit preaching God on our train!) You pain… I beg you dude, don´t rant! And keep your thumbing way from me! Everything we want, is not chant So shut thee up or so shall we! For chimes like that we don´t, give a dime Thy will be not in high esteem, and we will in time Throw you… way out, you´d better… Quit preaching God on our train! (Quit preaching God on our train!) On our train (Abhorred you bare what´s impart!) You´re insane! (Quit preaching God on our train!) Stranger, we beg you´ll depart! (You´re so non grata, in vain) You´re insane! (We don´t support your campaign) That´s plain! Quit preaching God! Hellway, high-way The shove you try here is to strong Now leave silent or not ever Not maybe-baby, bid your Good-Byes! It´s time you´ll contrite Du-uh, oh, quit preching God! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, duuh Nah, nah, nah, nah Those chimes of yours are crimes Worse than mimes Sub-posse-tour on fatwah route Better run this time Don´t pout, get ooout! Quit preaching God on our train! (Quit preaching God on our train!) On our train (Abhorred you bare what´s impart) You´re insane! (Quit preaching God on our train!) Suddenly forced to depart (You´re so non grata, in vain) You´re insane! (You´ve done as good as Hussein) That´s plain! (Quit preaching! God, you´re insane!) Quit preaching God on our train! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, duuh Nah, nah, nah, nah Quit preaching God on our train! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah You´re insane! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah In the brain And that´s plain! © Peter Andersson 2004
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