Bobby

Once a man came to mah farm to pray for a sick ram
The type of ridiculous fucker who would say darn not damn
Reciting verses that sounded to me like
Nonsense voodoo curses  
I could really apply the word nonsense
Non and sense, lacking of basic sense
But I bit my lip and remained upon the fence
As he cried "Jesus lend you strength"
The ram couldn't walk, the stud was past its days of glory
But this man could sure talk, you said you wanted the truth
Well this here is a true fucking story

He seemed satisfied that god would then cure the ram
Like his words were magic but they belong in a sewer God damn!
cos I watched a man of science come to our farm
And we dug a hole in the hot hard South Australian ground
Buried over now where the ram can be found
It was soon after the prayers that he was dead
The scientist had come to slice open his head
But the holy fucker just sat repeating handy verses like a cute little bird upon a perch
If you're wondering why they took pieces of the ram's brain, well it was for research
The bird still squawks and acts pretty, like he's never lied
And still preaches his talk so petty, even more so after his eldest son had died