At the dawn before humanity
The elder gods held a gathering
Panicking over who would reign supreme
And there plans and schemes
Deemed ridiculous by less meticulous beings
The pantheons at war. Odin, Loki, broken mold of Thor
Mere mortals hold the door, when the real god slide in
Quite thin and strike crews with light like Zeus
Had em running in Nike shoes to every corner of the planet
Granted their power drew from belief
Featured in the green dreams of kings and queens
Who told their va**als and peons of the true rulers from the beyond
Puzzled over purpose, they built churches
And other places of worship because they were tired
Of feeling worthless
And so every other day, or whenever their mother say
They would pray
Get on their hands and knees, say their RIPs
Give thanks and end with a please
The gods grew like some vegetables
Majestic and celestial, gaining power from the people
Their praises and festivals
Human tissue dried their eyes
With animal sacrifices, spilling blood for Dionysus
Turned to wine and other vices, until every one of our gods
Fell like cosmic comets and became just like us
We battled in their honor
Bloody feet of a centipede
That moved over centuries from Africa to Greece
Gods names began to change
Until their stories and how they cam became
One and the same
So called pagans burned at the stake
For not knowing his face and who to praise
Chalk it up to the game
Last place in the human race
Gave over Judas to live an afterlife
This new god wasn't half as nice
Requiring human sacrifice
Dark ages, Lord save us!
We turned to science to bring back the light
But it was just as dangerous
A new vehicle for deities to inhabit
Electric, eclectic, truth and fact replaced magic
No more dial up Sunday service
Direct connection, social nets working
For wealth collection
Not to mention, the elder gods were forced
To find some new professions
You could catch Ananzi, on Grand street
Slanging sammies and soup
And Nanook, he wear a man suit
Do him a solid and let that man cooook
He shook, along with the rest of the ancients
He;s just trying to make it under the eyes
Of the spaceships
We're cab drivers, strippers, servers, pitchers
Fixtures, myself I push liquor
On a beach somewhere and keep my feet in the sand
Come for the music, stay for me
Im god pray to me
Wake the f** up or stay asleep