A Strange Custom
As I was walking down the path
In my head I did some higher math.
They say that one and one makes two
But I know that that's not always true
'Cause sometimes one on one makes three
It's quite confusing don't you see.
The numbers don't add up to me.
And if you live down by the Bay
You're apt to swing the other way.
And here's what makes it even worse
The Bible says it is a curse.
In that case one plus one makes none
It's just having some forbidden fun.
These transgressors we must smite
The Bible says it's only right.
So gather round, they made their bed
And we must stone them til they're dead.
This strange custom makes me doubt
And wonder what Christianity is all about.
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