"Go Away God Boy" is not a true punk song by some standards, I'm sure. It's probably too long and too well done for many diehard punk rockers. Honestly, I'm glad it came out the way it did, as punk as I've ever gone, because I don't think there's any other musical way to get my point across this time--though we do randomly change into reggae with it at live shows sometimes, and it works, along with getting big laughs from the crowd.
Also, at live shows, I will frequently attach a verbal caution label to "Go Away God Boy": this is not a church-bashing song. This is a psycho-online-stalkers-who-think-they're-Jesus-bashing song. This statement is completely true, and I've already had to explain myself to a couple of my devoutly Christian friends. Fortunately, they are my friends, and they heard me out.
"Go Away God Boy" was written in roughly three hours, after a telephone call with my friend the poet Mia Nutick, also known as the Wicked Fairy Apologist. Mia had had the misfortune to attract an online stalker on her
BLOG. While not uncommon for most of us, her situation had yet another layer of weirdness to it: this particular stalker was convinced -- and wanted Mia to be convinced, as well -- that he was Jesus Christ. The real thing. Not just a zealous person wishing to convert others to Christianity. No, no; he went way beyond that. He was also apparently pretty rude, as the only reason Mia had ever acknowledged his presence, and thereby attracted his attention, was in defending her friends from his unprompted criticism. In the course of our phone call, Mia related the short version of the sordid tale to me. To conclude, she said, "I think that the issue is somewhat resolved now, but I'm still asking all of my friends to send as much 'Go away God Boy' energy in his direction as they can!"
At that moment, as they say, a song was born. This is for Mia, and for strong, independently-thinking, stalked female pagans everywhere.
My made-up mind was not put here for you to change
You think that I am your lost cause, so beautiful and strange
Minding my own business 'til you criticized my friends
It's on now, time to go now. Let the heresy begin.
and so I'm screaming
Go away god boy, your gospel doesn't work on me
You're pestering a goddess, here, I was blind, but now I see
You're stuck inside your holy head, you think that you're in love
Just Go Away, you lamb of god, before I have to crush you like a (bug)
Thanks for the invitation, but I've already thought this through
If I'm not one of the chosen, I won't have to put up with you.
Who wants to go to heaven when your stalker meets you there?
Better a whore of Babylon, baby.
Don't let the front door hit you when you...
Don't try to wrap your head around my heartful of free will
I'll shake you up, I'll tear you down, do my worst and give you chills
I'll hit you right between the eyes; these Boots will come to call.
Don't make me make you sorry you came after me at all.
You're pestering this goddess to the ground,
but she will not come down
to what's inside your head.
Go find a willing flock of sheep and preach to it instead
At least that way you're occupied and might not end up dead
Go away, god boy, please don't make me ask again.
I have heard you out, now it's my turn to add a spin
Your holy head is up your ass, your message ringing clear.
Go away, god boy, or it's me and not your savior that you'll fear.
Punk Solo Break
(Hail Mary, full of grace! Save me from the human race!
Hail Mary, wise and meek! Save me from this freak!)
Go away, god boy your gospel doesn't work on me
You're stuck inside your dogma and your Karma's getting messy
your holy head is up your ass, your message ringing clear
Go away, god boy, or it's me and not your savior that you'll
Go away now little boy, or it's girls and not your savior that you'll
Go away god boy, or it's me and not your savior that you'll fear.