New Pastafarian Song

We know he's real.
He makes us strong.
We know he's real.
He makes us strong.

Our Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Sits so high upon his throne.

He don't look down and frown upon us.
When we fail to take a stand.

Purity's for drinking water.
And not for man.

I'd really rather you didn't.
Act all holier than thou.

Our Flying Spaghetti Monster.
He's not your bestest pal.

Be honest, tell the truth.
He never does talk to you.

Don't use our lord to spread your own
Point of view.

We've been talking bout our lord
For about nine years.

We don't have a place to worship.
Or a place to spread our fears.

We're not bothered by this.
For the power is within.

We don't even have to worry.
About our sin.

There are times we all do wonder.
Why this world is all messed up.

It seems way too many people.
End up with all the bad luck.

Our god was cruel, drunk or high
When he created all we see.

It's ok to be angry.
With imperfectability.

Here is the old song just in case you haven't seen it yet.



We stand up tall
Lift high to sing
But some be short
Extra touching
Gravity
It is a farce.

Some say our way
It is a joke.
And to them
We do say, "Nope"
How can we laugh
of spaghetti?
Humor and tol-
erance is key.

We do like peace
Just like a dove.
No one's been killed
By noodley love.
Tolerance strong
Our morals weak.
Paradox
Noodles need heat.

We do uphold
An open mind
And seek for times
To be kind.
We don't want truth
Ever be missed.
It's possible
He don't exist.

The pettiness of New Atheists is astounding.

The Loose Canon was written over 9 long years,

When it print it did cause great tears.

Many cried for their works were forbidden.

Many cried because some texts were hidden.

Chorus:
Don't cry
Don't cry

For the word is His.
It shall be given to all.

It's yours, it's his, it's hers, it's mine.

It came out in print just in time.

The Loose Canon belongs to every man, boy and girl.

It belongs to every woman too.

Copyright laws were considered.

But many, they still were bittered.

(Repeat Chorus)

Many generations shall read from His word.

Because of the gall of one man.

Loose Canon Four hundred years later.

Can't be stopped because of one hater.

(Repeat chorus)