Lyrics
How dare you wear a robe to preside
How dare you cover your head to hide
Your face from God
How dare you smile from behind your beard
To hide the fact your hearts a feared
And wave your rod
How dare you be the one to access
Me in this God-forsaken mess
You, a man in a purple dress
A man in a purple dress
You are all the same
Gilded and obsurd
Regal fast to blame
Rulers by lost word
Men above men all brats
With your high hats
You priest you mullah so high
You Pope you wise rabbi
You're invisble to me
Like vapor from the sea
How dare you do you think I'll quietly go
You are much braver than you know
For I come die
Your staff your stick your special cap
They'll protect in hell what crap
Leave the lie
How dare you be the one to access
Me in this God-forsaken mess
You, a man in a purple dress
A man in a purple dress
When you place your frown
Between my god and prayer
However grand your crown
Would dignify your hair
Men above men all brats
In your high hats
You priest you mullah so high
You Pope you wise rabbi
You're invisble to me
Like vapor from the sea
I lovingly mock you noble lords
We all dress up too grand to waltz
I do that as well
I dare condemn your fashion sense
At least you're not a stride offence
That would not sell
But I will deliver this address
Your souls' condition don't impress
You a man in a purple dress
A man in a purple dress
Note
After watching Mel Gibson's harrowing 2004 film The Passion of the Christ I immediately wrote three songs. This was one of them. It is not so much a rail against the principles of justice through the ages, but a challenge to the vanity of the men who need to put on some kind of ridiculous outfit in order to pass sentence on one of their peers. It is the idea that men need dress up in order to represent God that appals me. If I wanted to be as insane as to attempt to represent God I'd just go ahead and do it, I wouldn't dress up like a drag-queen.