So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
I'm going to San Bernardino ring-a-ding-ding
Milkshake mixers, that's my thing, now
These guys bought a heap of my stuff
And I gotta see a good thing sure enough, now
Or my name's not Kroc, that's Kroc with a 'k'
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, yeah
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style boom, like that
The folks line up all down the street
And I'm seeing this girl devour her meat, now
And then I get it, wham, as clear as day
My pulse begins to hammer and I hear a voice say
These boys have got this down
Oughtta be a one of these in every town
These boys have got the touch
It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much
Wham, bam you don't wait long
Shake, fries, patty, you're gone
And how about that friendly name?
Heck, every little thing oughtta stay the same
Or my name's not Kroc, that's Kroc with a 'k'
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat (x3)
Kroc-style boom, like that
You gentlemen ought to expand
You're going to need a helping hand, now
So, gentlemen, well, what about me?
We'll make a little business history, now
Or my name's not Kroc. Call me Ray
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style, boom, like that
Well, we build it up and I buy 'em out
But man, they made me grind it out, now
They open up a new place flipping meat
So I do too, right across the street
I got the name, I need the town
They sell up in the end and it all shuts down
Sometimes you gotta be an s.o.b.
You want to make a dream reality
Competition? Send 'em south
If they're gonna drown
Put a hose in their mouth
Do not pass 'Go', go straight to hell
I smell that meat hook smell
Or my name's not Kroc, that's Kroc with a 'k'
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat (x3)
Kroc-style boom, like that.
Milkshake mixers, that's my thing, now
These guys bought a heap of my stuff
And I gotta see a good thing sure enough, now
Or my name's not Kroc, that's Kroc with a 'k'
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, yeah
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style boom, like that
The folks line up all down the street
And I'm seeing this girl devour her meat, now
And then I get it, wham, as clear as day
My pulse begins to hammer and I hear a voice say
These boys have got this down
Oughtta be a one of these in every town
These boys have got the touch
It's clean as a whistle and it don't cost much
Wham, bam you don't wait long
Shake, fries, patty, you're gone
And how about that friendly name?
Heck, every little thing oughtta stay the same
Or my name's not Kroc, that's Kroc with a 'k'
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat (x3)
Kroc-style boom, like that
You gentlemen ought to expand
You're going to need a helping hand, now
So, gentlemen, well, what about me?
We'll make a little business history, now
Or my name's not Kroc. Call me Ray
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat
Kroc-style, boom, like that
Well, we build it up and I buy 'em out
But man, they made me grind it out, now
They open up a new place flipping meat
So I do too, right across the street
I got the name, I need the town
They sell up in the end and it all shuts down
Sometimes you gotta be an s.o.b.
You want to make a dream reality
Competition? Send 'em south
If they're gonna drown
Put a hose in their mouth
Do not pass 'Go', go straight to hell
I smell that meat hook smell
Or my name's not Kroc, that's Kroc with a 'k'
Like 'crocodile' but not spelled that way, now
It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat (x3)
Kroc-style boom, like that.
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Cool song - I think the lyrics are just filler for a really good song. In other words, the song and tune sound like they were written first, then he just selected the McDonald's story to fill in the tune because he liked the story. But that's good anyway, there need to be more songs that actually tell a story and less of them that try to make a statement or convey some desparate emotion.
Couldn't disagree with you more on that stoolhardy. Where on Earth did you come up with this notion?