First one I wrote in a hotel room in a college town
after I'd given a reading and I picked up a hymnal--
Christian hymnal that management had
left by my bed for inspiration, and it was full of misprints.
And--
[LAUGHTER]
--there was one hymn called "Soldier of the Cross."
But instead of a "C" it was a "G," so soldier of the gross.
So I wrote this one, "On a Hymn Misprinted."
"Oh, they were doing custom slaughtering down
dead end road.
Because I am a soldier of the Gross,
I went to see the soldier of the Lamb get his."
[LAUGHTER]
"Such eyes, such chops, such skin.
Oh, shall I fear to own the cause or blush
to speak its name?
No, it's murder and murder.
I sail through bloody seas."