Here they come on their way to go to waste Offering differing flavors of hate All of them bitter all of them fearful Here they are now though a century late Rough and ready to give us an earful As though it were a sin to have good taste The Pharisees are back and here they go These are pros God knows and no beginners Who know it all and never knew to grow But this kind of godly strikes us oddly When we are the publicans and sinners Who lose when Republicans are winners So darkest before the dawn though till then Soon we will rise from their nightmare again +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII