Eleven

(Written by Johannes Schneeberg)

Well, did you hear ’bout the Evil Eleven?

Yeah, you better start prayin’ to heaven

‘Cause there ain’t no omni-benevolence

Only a whole lotta malevolence

I saw ‘em once, knockin’ my door

Dressed like saints, but rotten to the core

Now I believe—oh, sweet salvation!

Holy hell, I’m in convulsions!

(No, no, no, no!)

“So redundant!” they say

“Preposterous? No way!”

Well, come on, we’ll show ‘em to you

Oh, they exist, baby—it’s true!

A force of all good? Oh yeah, that’s rich

Just another trick, another switch

Go on, be good—it’s all for the show

Play the game, keep the system in tow

Dear old Saint Dick the Fourth

Show ‘em all what morality’s worth

And dear old Six… Six… Six…

The inferno’s so, so frightful

(No, no, no, no!)

“So redundant!” they say

“Preposterous? No way!”

Well, come on, we’ll show ‘em to you

Oh, they exist, baby—it’s true!

Well, I heard ‘bout the Evil Eleven

And no, they ain’t steppin’ into heaven

The worst of the worst, the rotten, the bold

Worshipped by hard men, feared by the old

Lay at their feet, oh, giants beware

Best lads since Jesus got some fresh air

Frankie Sinatra—yeah, they say he was in

A little less swing, a little more sin

Churches condemned ‘em, prisons contained ‘em

But still, every kid on the block wanted to be ‘em

The cops came knockin’ on Christmas Eve

But who’s foolin’ who? They got up their sleeve

And someone once whispered

“They just wanna be free”

Yeah, free from their crimes

And their own misery

Now heaven, well, that seemed outta reach

But God had a lesson he needed to teach

He looked down and said, “Here’s your fate”

“Learn my Eleven, or you’ll never escape”

Do not break Eleven Commandments

Break even one, and you’re off the pavement

©️ Johannes Schneeberg