Lang Dear Televangelist A.K.A I'd have to be batty to go out with you
What does it profit a man if he
lines his pockets with bills and yet forfeits his own soul? He is an ineffectual seer third eye blind spouting off at Midas In that country they use phone lines like sonar, and gather to populate above our heads in a million pieces With a million leather wings flapping In the breeze The sound of coins jingling The brotherhood of man Holding hands to make change And I knew all this time I was an insurance policy. But a sound check speaks volumes above the noise lift your eyes and watch me bounce Your policy has expired Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's.
The Short Stories Of Robert E. Howard - Volume 1: “Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.”