Better to be known as a sinner than a hypocrite.
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Better the world should know you as a sinner than God know you as a hypocrite.
Sinner
Sinner rider, rides in with the storm
The devil rides beside him
The devil is his god, God help you mourn
Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder
Deafen every living thing about
Can you, can you see it, can you
See the mountains darken yonder
Black sun rising, time is running out
Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
His steed of fury,
Eyes of fire and mane ablaze
Demonic vultures stalking
Drawn by the smell of war and pain
He roams the starways
Searching for the carcasses of war
But if its hungry then its very presence
Disrupts the calm into the storm
Curse and damn you all youll fall by the hand of the
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
God of the devils, God of the devils
Wont you help them pray
God of the devils, God of the devils
Is there no other way
Cant you hear their souls calling out in their plight
Cant you see their blood is boiling setting them alight
Thirty years now sleeping, so sound
War raises its head, and looks slowly around
The sinner is near, sensing the fear
And the beast will start movin around
Cant you see their souls calling out in their brain
Cant you hear their blood is boiling setting them alight
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the
Curse and damn you all you fall by the hand of the
Sinner!
song performed by by Judas Priest
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To Her
O, Sinner A, to me unknown
Be such a conscience as your own!
To ease it you to Sinner B
Confess the sins of Sinner C.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The Wizard
I can read what's going through your mind,
I can see what you hide in your eyes,
yeas, I'm gonna put a spell on you,
Just to see exactly what you'll do
I'm a wizard
and there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner
and my friend you'd best beware
there's magic everywhere
can you see the formal in the sky?
time like water flows by till we die
every moment wasted leaves its mark
the setting sun leaves us standing in the dark
I'm a wizard
and there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner
and my friend you'd best beware
I'm a wizard
and there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner
and my friend you'd best beware
there's magic everywhere
One must forgive them noisy rushing fools
Who have no time for natures natural schools
They cannot see the life that's in their hands
Like ghosts they disappear across the land
I'm a wizard
And there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner
And my friend you'd best beware
I'm a wizard
And there's magic in the air
I'm a capturer
And my friend you'd best beware
There's magic everywhere
I'm a wah wah wah wah w-w-w-w-wizard
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sinner
I'm a wah wah wah wah w-w-w-w-wizard
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sinner
I'm a wah wah wah wah w-w-w-w-wizard
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sinner
I'm a wah wah wah wah w-w-w-w-wizard
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sinner
I'm a wizard
song performed by by Madness
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America Is
America is
America is
America is
America is
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
Look at the indians
Look at the blacks
Look at the figures
Look at the facts
Check out the facts
The facts not the lies
When you find out
Big surprise
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
Check out the indians
Check out the blacks
Check out the figures
Check out the facts
Check out some facts
Check out the facts not the lies
When you find out
Its a big surprise right between the eyes
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
America is the home of the hypocrite
American dream so f-f-full of it
American dream is only a dream
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Even though my nose dont work
I smell trouble I smell trouble
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Murder, mureder in the goverment
Say youre sorry
Say youre sorry
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Turn the key
Turn the lock
Nationalism
You can suck my..
No desperation limit
New desperation level
Watch the worls progressin
Everywhere
Aggresion, aggresion
Aggresion, aggresion
Aggresion, aggresion
Gordon gano: vocal, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocal
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Recoded by dave nietzke at midwest records, milwaukee
Mixed by david vartanian at dvs perversion room, milwaukee
*previously unreleased
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Dont Mess With Me
Fly like an eagle,
An outlaw of the sun,
Stealing round your bedroom door
A case of hit n run.
Sinner, sinner,
Im no angel you can see.
So I will tell you now
And I wont say it again,
Dont mess with me
Oh baby, dont mess with me.
Ride like a demon,
The devils only son.
A whiskey drinking son of a bitch,
Ive only just begun.
Sinner, sinner,
Im no angel you can see.
I told you once before
And I wont say it again,
Dont mess with me,
Dont mess with me.
(solo)
Soothe me baby like I soothe you,
Treat me baby like I treat you.
Soothe me baby like I soothe you,
Treat me baby like i...
Fly like an eagle
An outlaw of the sun,
Never take what sleeps around
But, always get your fun.
Sinner, sinner,
Youre no angel I can see.
I told you once before
And I wont say it again,
Dont mess with me,
Dont mess with me.
cos Im a sinner
And sinners aint the loving kind.
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Yonder Stands The Sinner
Well, you heard about the great pretender?
I went to see him and hes not the same
Down by the club on the parking lot cinders
I was to meet him and play his game.
Yonder stands the sinner
He calls my name without a sound.
I saw his face in the attic window
Yellin down through the broken pane
Sinner man! what you got to run for?
Church bells rang when he said that name.
Yonder stands the sinner
He calls my name without a sound.
Well, I was about as scared as I could be.
I went and hid behind the nearest tree.
Peeked out from behind the branches.
Sinner!
Yonder stands the sinner
He calls my name without a sound
To get down.
I guess you heard about the great pretender?
I went to see him and hes not the same.
I guess you heard about the great pretender?
I went to see him and hes not the same.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Sinner Or Saint
Stand bold, for the ride,
Right now, you know that is the place to be
To watch humankind, stumble into another century
Take no prisoners,
Their sure at giving you the run-around
Violance, on your mind,
Cus your attention is the battleground
What are you?
A sinner or saint
You gotta be
A sinner or saint
Ice cool walawyers,
Straight up and guerentee your gonna get
All that you deserve,
Sit down, blockin your way, seen nothin yet
(chorus)
What are you?
That is your fate
You gotta be
A sinner or saint
Some poeple love too fast
Some people live too long
And so Ive got to ask
Do you know right from wrong?
Disa-ssembler, will you ever, really be a saint...
Still on for the ride,
Who cares if you loose or win
They can bleed you dry,
When youre, a pumping the adrenelin
(chorus)
What are you?
Its never too late
You gotta be
A sinner or saint..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Bared
Where do I even start to begin
All these things that live from within
Loved one covering for another
But really, he's a monster
Something changed the beast
Something lied to it, should be, at least
Ignoramus, turncoat, hypocrite, blamer, backstabber
Defeatist, insulter, racist, sellout, sellout, sellout
Hypocrite. Fake.
Son of a. Baser.
Point you out, I point you out
You've rubbed me raw,
Stockholm Syndrome.
Hegemony.
Dysfunction.
Dysfuct ion.
What do you want?
Fruit.
Aggravator.
Green Judas.
poem by Eon Ezkiel
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Only You Know
Dont thank me for what you got
Ive given you love, Ive given you too much thought
Dont blame me for sinking the ship
Youre a hopeless liar and a hypocrite
Only you know, only you know
Only you know, only you know
Dont thank me for what you got
Ive given you love, Ive given you too much thought
Dont shame me for calling it quits
Youre a hopeless sinner and an optimist
Only you know, only you know
Only you know, only you know
Dont hate me for what you got
Ive given you drugs
Ive given you too much thought
Dont blame me for flunking the test
Id rather think that you were honest
Dont blame me cause you got caught
Youve given me up, youve taking everything Ive got
Those lies came straight from your mouth
I never dreamed that you would be a sellout
Only you know, only you know
Only you know, only you know
Dont use me as your last crutch
Ive taken you in, Ive trusted you way too much
Dont wear me around your wrist
You shouldve though it through before you blew it
Same day, same life
Different person
Your ghost
My pride
Perfect
that you leave me alone
Same day, same day
Same life, same life
Different person
Your ghost, your ghost
My pride, my pride
Perfect union
Dont hate me for what you got
Ive given you love
Ive given you too much thought
Dont shame me for sinking the ship
Youre a hopeless liar and a hypocrite
Dont hate me for what youre not
Im aiming your gun, Im not enough a perfect shot
Dont waste me, on something stupid like this
I would rather die than take this bullet
(same day) I would rather die than take this bullet
(same day) I would rather die than take this bullet
(same day) I would rather die than take this bullet
I would rather die than take your bullet!!!!
Only you know (than take your bullet!!)
Only you know (different person)
(than take your bullet!!)
Only you know (than take your bullet!!)
Only you know (different person)
Only you know only you know (different person)
Only you know only you know (different person)
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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There's hope for hypocrites...
Yes, there’s hope for hypocrites –
hypocrite poets, who write
from the goodness of their hearts
of the good, the true, the beautiful;
out of the chaos of the well-intentioned
and sometime messy life;
hypocrite readers, who turn
to those same poets for reminders of
the good, the true, the beautiful
out of the chaos of the well-intentioned
and sometimes messy life;
(hypocrite editors, dare we add, who,
knowing the good, the true, the beautiful,
turn down our poems, because
it’s been said oft and better, long before…)
the blessing for all hypocrites
is that they know better; and one day…
may match their actions to their words;
words, well-intentioned, sometimes messy,
written from the goodness of their heart;
and in the heart, as given timeless time,
hypocrisy dissolves…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Poet or Sinner
You knew me when I built monsters
Before the days when you bled
You knew me when I surrendered
To the nightmares in my head
You were just a child
Nothing’s ever changed
I see the child in you
Like some eternal flame
Come take my hand
Share my lonely dinner
Tell me if you think
I’m a poet or sinner
Poet or sinner
Tell me what I am
Poet or sinner
Be the angel who can
Raise the dead
While marshmallow dreams
Drown in the tide
Change my world
With the taste of ruin
Flowing from my eyes
Turn back time
Soaked in bubbles
Of our reckless lives
Poet or sinner?
Don’t know what I am
You knew me when I fought demons
In your tangled hair
You knew me when I marked you
With my stain of despair
You were just a child
Nothing’s ever changed
I see the child in you
Like some eternal flame
All I know
I’ll love you in shadows
Till the sun disappears
All I know
I’ll love you in shadows
Till His Light reappears
Poet or sinner?
Don’t know what I am
song performed by by Catman Cohen, music by Catman Cohen, lyrics by Catman Cohen from How I Want to Dream: the Catman Chronicles 3 (2009)
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In the gay (Catholic) community, it would seem, the maxim is: love the sin and love the sinner, but hate anyone who calls it a sin or him a sinner.
quote by Richard John Neuhaus
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Saint in a sinner
Saint in a sinner
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There’s a different kind of beauty
Found beneath the depths of the eye
All that glitters is not gold
But to a shining light we are sold
A promise of salvation
To be bestowed unto the heart
The beautiful mind in speaking
Has a torment of it own
Hear a saint in a sinner present
A demon in new clothes
That which we hunger for
Desire to the very end
Blinds us to the reality
The beauty we often seek to find
Is not always what we expect
When revealed a saint in a sinner
The gold of the impassioned greed
Is a different kind of beautiful
Than that which we already know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Creed
What's the opposite of faith?
Reason
And who commerce's in sin?
Hypocrites
And if my faith is reason that makes me a sinner
Then I am the model of a righteous hypocrite
Who makes the paradigm shift?
A person
And what constitutes successful conformity
Sheep
Then let me be a person who eats all the sheep
And gives orthodoxy bad indigestion
How do you defy temptation?
Moderation
And who manufactures material pleasure
Adulteress
Let me moderate temptation in stoic observance
So that all of my pleasures are honest in adultery
My Creed
Let my faith be of some reason
And my reason be for justices cause
Justice immune by temptations
Consenting for my needs counsel
For this -
I make no creed
So just ignore me
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Detachment
As I go forth from fair to mart
With racket ringing,
Who would divine that in my heart
Mad larks are singing.
As I sweet sympathy express,
Lest I should pain them,
The money-mongers cannot guess
How I disdain them.
As I sit at some silly tea
And flirt and flatter
How I abhor society
And female chatter.
As I with wonderment survey
Their peacock dresses,
My mind is wafted far away
To wildernesses.
As I sit in some raucous pub,
Taboo to women,
And treat myself to greasy grub
I feel quite human.
Yet there I dream, despite the din,
Of God's green spaces,
And sweetly dwell the peace within
Of sylvan graces.
And so I wear my daily mask
Of pleasant seeming,
And nobody takes me to task
For distant dreaming;
A happy hypocrite am I
Of ambiance inner,
Who smiling make the same reply
To saint and sinner.
poem by Robert William Service
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The Sinner, Or The Sin
are we the judge,
or the judged?
the sinner, or the sin?
holiness, or brokeness,
the fire,
or burning branches?
do we hate
the wrong in others?
or the wrong in ourselves
we cannot see?
do we point
like bare branches
to the moon?
or lie on the ground,
and rot?
who do we change?
where do we begin?
are we then,
the sinner, or the sin?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Your Status-Quo
You thought that you are the highest sinner!
No! ! Watch around you and see what others are doing;
Then you will better choose to do the right thing.
Try to gain your life back with the love of others and,
Learn about the ways of life to gain your status-quo;
For the mirror on the wall is watching you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Where is my lover in this mirror? !
For i read about her in the Newspapers and now,
I would like to meet her in person soon.
Now you better think twice for,
You are not the highest sinner on this earth!
I left my boots in the boat and,
You left your sheep in the ship;
But, we will all die one day on this earth.
You are not the highest sinner and,
You need to look around you and think;
For this life is full of sinners already.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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How Low Can Traditions Sink?
Is he a hypocrite?
Another self righteous sleaze,
To be known to victimize boys...
With compelling sermons,
Preached from a pulpit.
Or...
Is he just another demon,
Philosophing life with hymns and scriptures.
And using standards long now ditched,
Into cesspools where the wicked become enriched.
And with a knowledge of this...
Give glorious performances as expected.
But when they leave people pleased,
They crawl back into their holes...
Where others like them remove their pretentions.
By disrobing from a slickness...
To do things discreet, down-low and unmentioned.
Is he a hypocrite?
Another self righteous sleaze,
To be known to victimize boys...
With compelling sermons,
Preached from a pulpit?
What do you think?
How low can traditions sink?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Miracle Man
Im looking for a miracle man
That tells me no lies
Im looking for a miracle man
Whos not in disguise
I dont know where hell come from
And I dont know where hes been
But its not our jimmy sinner
Because hes so obscene
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Today I saw a miracle man
On tv cryin
Such a hypocritical man
Born again, dying
He dont know where hes goin
But we know just where hes been
It was our little jimmy sinner
On the screen
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man
A devil with a crucifix
Brimstone and fire
He needs another carnal fix
To take him higher and higher
Now jimmy he got busted
With his pants down
Repent ye wretched sinner
Self righteous clown
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
Miracle man got busted
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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