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SACRED COW
(To the tune of janis Joplin's Mercedes Benz)
by selia Qynn, 7/14/91

Oh Lord, won't you buy me my own sacred cow?
I'm sure you'd agree I'm enlightened by now.
Worked hard all my lifetime with sweat on my brow.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me my own sacred cow?

Oh Lord, won't you balance my brain energy?
Starseed transmissions are trying to reach me.
I've tried meditating each day until three.
Oh Lord, won't you balance my brain energy?

Won't you buy me a ticket to astral project?
Surround me in white light, I know you protect.
This earth-bound existence is harder than heck.
Won't you buy me a ticket to astral project?

I've heard of those high-tech akashic CDs.
With all of that info, life would be a breeze.
Just look at me now, Lord, I'm down on my knees.
Won't you buy me a high-tech akashic CD?

Won't you buy me my very own miracle course?
To rid me of anger, guilt, fear and remorse.
And I don't mean to pressure, but I could use a Porsche.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a miracle course?

Oh Lord, won't you send me some grace from the sky?
I'm tired of this karma, the price is so high.
I think I'll be further in debt when I die.
Oh Lord, won't you send me some grace from the sky?