T'was a hot night at Jeremiah's.Free-flowin' drinks.
Drunks cussin' in the corner.
Even the horses outside were drunk.
Lord Steven let loose a mean guitar solo.
He was tryin' to be Ramli Sarip in a time when even Ramli Sarip is long gone.
[Last heard, Ramli Sarip was sellin' mee siam somewhere in the Land of SIN!]
Jesse Custer. They call him the "Rev'rend" or the "Preach'r Man".
He was drunk like a horse and smokin' like his life depended on it.
He started talkin' about God and this Genesis entity.
Scared the bejeezus out of us that night.
La Tey was there that night. Reading Barth and Rauschenbusch.
He wasn't payin' much attention but he knew Genesis.
Said it was a composite built from the remnants of other traditions.
Lord Steven let loose another mean guitar solo.
He was tryin' to be Ramli Sarip in a time when even Ramli Sarip is long gone.
[Last heard, Ramli Sarip was sellin' mee siam somewhere in the Land of SIN!]
He was tryin' to be Ramli Sarip in a time when even Ramli Sarip is long gone.
[Last heard, Ramli Sarip was sellin' mee siam somewhere in the Land of SIN!]
Tommy Monaghan proposed a toast.
He was havin' this cigarette between his lips
while munchin' on a fat-ass burger.
He talked about Ireland and a friend who slaughtered chickens over a bet.
The friend won the bet but misunderstood the whole thin'.
Pltypus came in and mistook Monaghan for Michael Madsen.
Monaghan was amused and return'd the favour.
"Aren't you the bollocks called Mike from "The Deer Hunter?"
Pltypus gave a shit-eatin' grin and bought Monaghan another drink.
Lord Steven let loose another mean guitar solo.
He was tryin' to be Ramli Sarip in a time when even Ramli Sarip is long gone.
[Last heard, Ramli Sarip was sellin' mee siam somewhere in the Land of SIN!]
Lobo sat outside on top of a pile of SIN crap.
He just scared the bejeezus out of some SIN fundies going on and on about "meditations".
[Turns out that the pile of crap are made up of some SIN fundies lurking about outside Jeremiah's trying to anathemize the patrons ...]
Lobo sat outside on top of a pile of SIN crap.
He's not stepping into Jeremiah's as long as Tommy Monaghan is there.
Never failed to remind Lobo about that incident with Bueno Excellente.
Stupid bastich Monaghan.
Lobo will get 'im someday.
Lobo will get all 'em bastichs someday.
But not tonight.
Tonight, Lobo sits outside Jeremiah's on top of a pile of SIN crap.
He's enjoyin' the music but not the company.
Lord Steven let loose another mean guitar solo.
He was tryin' to be Ramli Sarip in a time when even Ramli Sarip is long gone.
[Last heard, Ramli Sarip was sellin' mee siam somewhere in the Land of SIN!]
Next came Jenny Sparks.
She spoke Brit while the rest of us struggled with our Engleess.
She's one classy broad. Calls herself the Spirit of the 20th Century.
Screwtape joined her at the bar.
Screwtape start'd talkin' about how his "mojo" is back
and he's gotta release some of that somewhere.
Jenny Sparks asked for a cigarette.
"I've only got one," Screwtape replied.
"I only want one!" Jenny said.
Screwtape gave her the cigarette and she explain'd
about how the world is now "under new managem'nt".
Screwtape thought she was talkin' about the Illuminati and all that shit.
She mention'd somethin' about the Authority and the Monarchy.
And 'bout the time they kick'd the blue-skinned rapists who invaded our galaxy.
Then she walked out and stretched her body.
Lobo nearly choked on his cigarette and accidentally let loose a fart on the pile of SIN crap.
Then Jenny was gone.
Screwtape stepped out of the pub nursin' a painful hard-on.
Looked at Lobo and gave 'im a shit-eatin' grin.
"She's quite a piece of work, eh?"
Lobo grunted and turned away.
Jenny was gone.
Lord Steven let loose his final guitar solo.
He was tryin' to be Ramli Sarip in a time when even Ramli Sarip is long gone.
[Last heard, Ramli Sarip was sellin' mee siam somewhere in the Land of SIN!]
'Twas a hot night at Jeremiah's.
The gang was all there that night.
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