Am I a chimpanzee or am I a monkey?
What's in a name? I'm insane--certainly, a flunky
For a scammin' guy called
L. Ron, execrable.
You're appalled? Hey, I am just one of those
Shills for dread blight pseudo-spiritual
Schlock "art" famous for stooge-abusin' with mind control. . .
Strips away élan vital. . .vitiates me.
I'm just one of the slouches, asleep in the seat
Of reason. I'm a lame bane. Discernment I'm without.
A shotgun wedding for Tom and his skirt.
I believe what the con man bequeathed:
Rationality violation. Those who come to senses leave.
I waste my days, gray matter in the dark. . .
Misplaced my brain. . .now dangerous, what started as a lark.
(Yo, dumb sh!t).

Soy un presentador I'm a loser, slave to faux faith; for it shill, me.
(Dopplegänger für Ron)
Soy un presentador I'm a douchebag, slave to faith; for it shill, me.

Forces of evil from a bozo's nightmare
Scammed all the newbies with a phony religion.
Con Ron was a weasel. Some saw not, it was a gag.
He laughed as he put all the money in a bag.
Was just a dumb show, a cognitive snowjob. . .
Deity crap pitched to dolts, dimwits, saps.
Along his followers he did string.
Mumbo-jumbo dreck, and he had another pigeon sting.
He wrote shite that was seventh-rate,
Sci-fi blight; of this crapola he cranked out a spate.
So I am givin' you the facts:
Falsehood is the basis of our pseudo-religion.

Es un perdedor? Got a screw loose, baby? Join up and a shill be.
(Ron crazy? A sleaze whiz)
Fue un perdición. A blight unloosed, waste-time. Nonetheless, a shill, me.
(A cranium pierce)
(I'm one of the clowns)
Soy un presentador I'm a douchebag, slave to faux faith; for it shill, me.
(You can't believe it)
Soy un presentador I'm a douchebag, slave to faux faith; for it shill, me.
(Sprechen Sie "D'oh!" baby?)
Soy un presentador I'm a douchebag, slave to faux faith; for it shill, me.
(Know what! I'm brainwashed)