Michael Girard - Flying Spaghetti Monster (FSM) | Текст песни

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I was alone with my stupidity
I didn’t know what to believe.
Now I found my way, I know where we come from
Everything’s clear… I’m a pastafarian!

Flying spaghetti monster
Flying spaghetti monster
Flying spaghetti monster

A mountain, a tree, a miget … here we go!!

He created what we see and what we feel.
He is the father of the universe
Jesus, Muhammad, Moses and the band
Are just like us his children!!

Flying spaghetti monster
Flying spaghetti monster
Flying spaghetti monster

Stop global warming free the pirates!

The overwhelming scientific evidence
Pointing towards evolutionary processes
Is something put in place by him.
He is made of spaghetti and meatballs
He flies through the universe touching thing with his noodly appendage
You have been touched, I have been touched
We are his children, the pastafarians
Past-hallelujah! Forget Darwin, let him cleanup your mind
Feel the joy of knowing the truth.
Feel the power of his balls

His only enemy is common sense
You will never find it here
We ‘re useless and we need a guide
Let him fill our empty brains

Flying spaghetti monster
Flying spaghetti monster
Flying spaghetti monster

Show me the way maaaaster!

He is us, we are him, let us be you (ca veut rien dire mais c est bon!)
To live in a world with peace, freedom, joy, pirates and pasta
We shall pray for our noodly master.

May his meatballs be our sun and moon
And his appendage show us the way
Free the pirates, be a pirate

PASTAFARY!

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